By heavens! there is something after all in the world allowing one man to steal a horse while another must not look at a halter. Steal a horse straight out. Very well. He has done it. Perhaps he can ride. But there is a way of looking at a halter that would provoke the most charitable of saints into a kick.

     I had no idea why he wanted to be sociable, but as we chatted in there it suddenly occurred to me the fellow was trying to get at something -- in fact, pumping me. He alluded constantly to Europe, to the people I was supposed to know there -- putting leading questions as to my acquaintances in the sepulchral city, and so on. His little eyes glittered like mica discs -- with curiosity -- though he tried to keep up a bit of superciliousness.