to greet some old acquaintances the first man I met was Isidore Rosenthal.
"The Jew's Satanic face was more malignant than ever; the glare in his green eyes put one in mind of a jaguar; I saw at once that something had gone wrong.
"'Ah, the !' he snarled, when we were alone. 'You were right, Leyden! The pigs! The robbers! The vile liars!' His rage was positively alarming. His black eyebrows worked up and down, and his yellow teeth gnawed at the corner of his black mustache.
" ' They got your gems?' I asked.
"'Yes, and they warned me to leave on the next steamer; they would have thrown me into prison but that they feared to have the story get out and be obliged to divide' He broke off suddenly from his tirade and surprised me by grinning with amusement. 'I should like to see their faces a few days later!'
" 'Whose faces?' I asked, in surprise.
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