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Updated: June 16, 2025
The Hall was crowded, and Ventimore found himself the object of a popular demonstration which would have filled him with joy and pride if he could only have felt that he had done anything whatever to justify it, for it was ridiculous to suppose that he had rendered himself a public benefactor by restoring a convicted Jinnee to freedom and society generally.
And an enthusiastic householder next door had burst into poetry and displayed the couplet "Would we had twenty more Like Horace Ventimore!" "They do mean me!" he exclaimed. "Now, Mr. Fakrash, will you kindly explain what tomfoolery you've been up to now? I know you're at the bottom of this business." It struck him that the Jinnee was slightly embarrassed.
I see by your expression, Ventimore, that you don't agree with me, eh?" Horace had to set his teeth hard for a moment, lest he should disgrace himself by a peal of untimely mirth but by a strong effort of will he managed to command his muscles. "Well, sir," he said, "I've only chanced to come into close contact with one mule in my life, and, frankly, I've no desire to repeat the experience."
"I I should like you to know that, after talking things quietly over with your friend Mr. Ventimore and his partner here, I am thoroughly convinced that my objections were quite untenable. I retract all I said. The house is ah admirably planned: most convenient, roomy, and ah unconventional. The the entire freedom from all sanitary appliances is a particular recommendation.
He had been expected back from the country for the last day or two, and it was fortunate that he had delayed so long, thought Ventimore, as he went in to see him and to tell him the unexpected piece of good fortune that he himself had met with since they last met.
Racked by speculations such as these, Ventimore lay awake till well into the small hours, when he dropped off into troubled dreams that, wild as they were, could not be more grotesquely fantastic than the realities to which they were the alternative. Not even his morning tub could brace Ventimore's spirits to their usual cheerfulness.
There was a rap at the door which communicated with Beevor's office, and Beevor himself, a florid, thick-set man, with small side-whiskers, burst in. "I say, Ventimore, you didn't run off with the plans for that house I'm building at Larchmere, did you? Because ah, I see you're looking over them. Sorry to deprive you, but " "Thanks, old fellow, take them, by all means.
Ventimore, attending to you not keeping a girl to do the waiting, as why should I while I'm well able to do it better myself?" As soon as she relieved him of her presence, he examined the bottle: there was nothing whatever inside it, which disposed of all the hopes he had entertained from that quarter.
Ventimore assented, though it struck him that a happier expression might, and would, have been employed if his client had remembered one particular interview in which he had not figured to advantage.
But it is not quite impossible that a vessel closed as Mr. Ventimore describes may have been designed as a receptacle for papyri or other records of archæological interest, which may be still in preservation.
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