By Wit of Woman

Description

A show of affection and moeny.

” he shouted, strongly.

I made a painstakingly determined interruption and afterward answered, picking my words with pondering: “It is the solution to your Excellency’s inquiry regarding my assessment of the arrangement. On the off chance that you have followed my equation, you have obviously discovered the gems. The Count was the hoodlum.”

“In God’s name!” he cried, looking round like the very furniture must not hear such a word so applied.

“It was so self-evident,” I watched, with an indiscretion more influenced than genuine.