been using to play a sort of idiotic game of Peep-Bo! I couldn't stand him, so I came up here."
Thorndyke laughed heartily at my description of his client.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked sourly; at which he laughed yet more heartily and added to the aggravation by wiping his eyes.
"Our friend seems to have put you out," he remarked.
"He put me out literally. If I had stayed much longer I should have punched his head."
"In that case," said Thorndyke, "I am glad you didn't stay. But come down and let me introduce you."
"No, thank you. I've had enough of him for the present."
"But I have a very special reason for wishing to introduce you. I think you will get some information from him that will interest you very much; and you needn't quarrel with a man for being of a cheerful disposition."
"Cheerful be hanged!" I exclaimed. "I don't call a man cheerful because he behaves like a gibbering idiot."
To this Thorndyke made no reply but a broad and appreciative smile, and we descended to the lower floor. As we entered the room, the stranger rose, and, glancing in an embarrassed way from one of us to the other, suddenly broke out into an undeniable snigger. I looked at him sternly, and Thorndyke, quite unmoved by his indecorous behavior, said in a grave voice:
