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Though he spoke respectfully of the Mixture as became my nephew he tumbled it on to the table, so that he might make a telephone out of the tins, and he had a passion for what he called "snipping cigars." Scrymgeour gave him a cigar-cutter which was pistol-shaped. You put the cigar end in a hole, pull the trigger, and the cigar was snipped.
I put it down by my plate for a moment's rest. "All I've got against it at present is that its pores don't act as freely as they should." "I've got a cigar-cutter somewhere, if " "No, don't bother. I think I can do it with the nut-crackers. There's no doubt it was a good cigar once, but it hasn't wintered well."
"Well, if I am not drunk, I am mad," replied Syme with perfect calm; "but I trust I can behave like a gentleman in either condition. May I smoke?" "Certainly!" said Gregory, producing a cigar-case. "Try one of mine." Syme took the cigar, clipped the end off with a cigar-cutter out of his waistcoat pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it slowly, and let out a long cloud of smoke.
After the guests had gone, Virginia, her father, and Mrs. Van Vleck sat for a few minutes in a small apartment between the drawing and dining rooms. The girl's eyes were bright. "Well, father, I actually believe you could have knocked me down with a feather to-night." Mr. Howland drew his cigar-cutter from his pocket and slowly inserted the end of a perfecto. "I suppose you refer to Merrithew."
Trew, disregarding rules of etiquette, sat down, whilst the two stood, and became greatly interested in the mechanism of a cigar-cutter. "Who told you all this, aunt?" asked the girl calmly, when Mrs. Mills had finished. "The lady customer who was here when you went out. Do you deny it?
In order to do something to save this absurd situation, I drew from my waistcoat pocket a little cigar-cutter attached to my watch-chain, and clipped the end of his cigar. I also lit a match from my box and handed it up to him. When he had finished with the match he threw it into the fireplace and turned to Betty. "My congratulations are a bit late, but I hope I may offer them."
Thorold's hand went reluctantly to his pockets. He began with the inside pocket of his coat, laying a pile of letters and papers on the table. "Anything there you want?" he sneered. "Go on!" prompted Jimmie Dale. From vest pockets came a varied assortment of articles watch, cigars, a cigar-cutter, a silver-mounted pencil, and a fountain pen. The man's hands travelled to his outside coat pockets.
"I got idees," he said darkly to the cigar, deepening our dread. He pocketed his cigar-cutter and spoke again. "We got to learn all the rotten little game first. See, F'rinstance, we got to get samples of all the blessed wines there are and learn 'em up. Stern, Smoor, Burgundy, all of 'em! She took Stern to-night and when she tasted it first you pulled a face, Susan, you did. I saw you.
I've seen Lady Loudwater use it to cut flowers, and Lord Loudwater to cut the end off a cigar cursing, of course, because he couldn't lay his hands on a cigar-cutter, and the knife was blunt and I've cut all kinds of things with it myself." "Yes; but the finger-prints of the murderer, if it does record them, will be on the top of all those others.
When his story was interesting he read the best, that is the funniest, paragraphs to his wife; when it did not hold him he coughed, scratched his ankles and his right ear, thrust his left thumb into his vest pocket, jingled his silver, whirled the cigar-cutter and the keys on one end of his watch chain, yawned, rubbed his nose, and found errands to do.
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