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The costume was one of Mr Tibbetts's scheentleman of colour who serves the Turkish

coffee at the Wistaria Restaurant It may be said that there was no

special reason why an ordinary business uard

at all, and less reason why he should affect one who had the appearance

of a burlesque Othello, but Mr Augustus Tibbetts, though a business

man, was not ordinary

"Bones"--for such a name he bore without protest in the limited circles

of his friendship--looked up severely

"Ali," he deer?"

"Sir," said Ali, with a profound obeisance, "the article was too

copious for insertion in aperture of collection box, so it was

transferred to the female lady behind postal departracious, Heavens alive, you silly old ass--you--you haven't

posted it--in the post?"

"Sir," said Ali reproachfully, "you instructed posting volus and ligatures of string,

and safely delivered it to posting authority"

Bones sank back in his chair

"It's no use--no use, Ali," he said sadly, "e,

it's not your fault I shall never bring you up to date, er, I mean write down all the