to find his key, an' he swear at tailor for sacre charogne for dat he not have made him pocket vat he can easy find. He forget vat he not be dress. Den he lose to him money all time vat make him angry much. One time he take by mistake coat vat not to him belong, and take it to tailor for dat he put tail to it; an' he has to pay to de oder man, of wich he spoil de coat."
"Yes. But where is —"
"Vait — I explain you. He lose everyting — handchef, towl, pockbook, monee, key — all time. One domestique he employ only for find vat he los'; and domestique run himself away, for dat he not more can so hard work endure."
"But, for God's sake, what has become of him?"
"Monsieur, I not can you tell. He go out one morning, and I not have hear or see of him after. His furniser an' all be in
