discovered the moment was ripe for striking one. So!—Ping! And I was as grave and sober as a judge, with all my champagne and whisky gone into the vast serene. Feeling queer, you know—confoundedly queer! Queer! Good Lord!'
He regarded his cigar-ash for a moment. 'That's all that happened,' he said.
'And then you went to bed?' asked Evans.
'What else was there to do? '
I looked Wish in the eye. We wanted to scoff, and there was something, something perhaps in Clayton's voice and manner, that hampered our desire.
'And about these passes?' said Sanderson.
'I believe I could do them now.'
'Oh!' said Sanderson, and produced a pen-knife and set himself to grub the dottel out of the bowl of his clay.
'Why don't you do them now?' said Sanderson, shutting his pen-knife with a click.
'That's what I'm going to do,' said Clayton.
'They won't work,' said Evans.
'If they do' I suggested.
'You know, I'd rather you didn't,' said Wish, stretching out his legs.
'Why?' asked Evans.
'I'd rather he didn't,' said Wish.
'But he hasn't got 'em right,' said Sanderson, plugging too much tobacco into his pipe.
'All the same, I'd rather he didn't,' said Wish.
We argued with Wish. He said that for Clayton to go through those gestures was like mocking a serious matter. 'But you don't believe?' I said. Wish glanced at Clayton, who was staring into the fire, weighing something in his mind. 'I do—more than half, anyhow, I do,' asid Wish.
'Clayton,' said I, 'you're too good a liar for us.
