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Updated: June 13, 2025
But I had aspired to be a disciple of Esper Indiman, gentleman adventurer, and here was a chance to take out a letter of marque on my own account one must look Fortune in the face to catch her smile. And so I stood there immovable, until the dazzle in my eyes cleared away signifying that the ordeal was at an end. Then I lifted my hat and walked on, taking note of the house number 23l.
Mirrors, gilding, mosaics it is all a dream of luxury and impresses one with a realizing sense of the financial standing of the Barowsky Brothers. You must have a good front in the Yiddish country if you expect to handle other people's money. Esper Indiman, adjuster of averages, occupied a suite of rooms on the fifth floor. I proceeded thither and found him in. We sat down and smoked amicably.
Such is Abingdon Square on a night in early August when first the dog-star begins to rage. Now my friend Esper Indiman is a social philosopher; life in all its phases interests him tremendously. Consequently, he likes to take long rides on trolley-cars. He calls them his vaudeville in miniature, and sometimes the performance is amusing I acknowledge it freely.
It was a warm afternoon in the middle of May, and I was lounging in the deserted common room of the Utinam Club when Esper Indiman walked in. We shook hands. "You landed to-day?" I asked. "Yes, by the Deutschland." It was impossible for me to utter the inquiry that rose to my lips. Indiman hesitated just a trifle, then he went on: "I delivered my letter to the Countess, and she was most obliged.
That sound any more promising?" "Urrr . . . yes, somewhat, though I have never heard of such an application of Talent." "Uh-huh, you said that." Medart leaned back against the treetrunk. "What you call Talent we call esper abilities, and if I remember right, one of those was healing. Emperor Chang?" "Yes, Ranger Medart?"
It was a relief, of course, to be spared the infliction of Mr. Jeckley's society, but I could not but admit that the situation was developing some peculiarities. Eliminating the doubtful personality of Mr. Ambrose Johnson Snell, who was this Mr. Esper Indiman, whose identity had been so freely admitted to me and so explicitly denied to Jeckley?
"I had not eaten anything for two days, and I detected the odor of that exquisite filet. Not the slightest ethical significance in the choice, as you see." Esper Indiman laughed. "I should have kept my pantry door closed. But it does not matter; I am satisfied. Shall we go into the library for coffee?" Directly opposite the door of the latter apartment stood an easel holding an unframed canvas.
What did I care. I went forward and into the room, absolutely empty save for an upright cabinet of mahogany placed on a central pedestal. It was tall enough to conceal a person standing behind it, but it was not the Lady Allegra who came forward to meet me. "Indiman!" I said, weakly. "Esper Indiman!" "The carriage is waiting," he said. "Come." "Never!" I retorted, passionately.
"Did you notice the tune?" said Indiman, as we walked on. "The Ninety-and-Nine." The Queen of Spades I am very fond of Esper Indiman, but there are times when he is positively unfit for human society. Last week, for instance, when for three days on end we did not exchange a single word, not even at dinner, where the amenities should come on at least with the walnuts.
Esper Indiman's acquaintance; the novelty of having enough to eat actually enough was already beginning to wear off. Man is a wonderful creature; give him time and he will adjust himself to anything. At the corner of Fifth Avenue and Twenty-seventh Street, Indiman stopped suddenly and picked up a small object. It was a latch-key of the familiar Yale-lock pattern.
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