At my side I had an ivory-sheathed dagger, with a green jade handle, hung in a green Cordova leather--" At this point of the recital his companion rose softly, flung his cigarette end into the little water-bowl, and passed into the further swelter room.

Cornelian Valpy was left, still clothed in a look of ineffable complacency, still engaged, in all probability, in reclothing himself in the finery of the previous evening..