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—
I
seen
a
Chinese
one
time
,
related
the
doughty
narrator
,
that
had
little
pills
like
putty
and
he
put
them
in
the
water
and
they
opened
and
every
pill
was
something
different
.
One
was
a
ship
,
another
was
a
house
,
another
was
a
flower
.
Cooks
rats
in
your
soup
,
he
appetisingly
added
,
the
chinks
does
.
Possibly
perceiving
an
expression
of
dubiosity
on
their
faces
the
globetrotter
went
on
,
adhering
to
his
adventures
.
—
And
I
seen
a
man
killed
in
Trieste
by
an
Italian
chap
.
Knife
in
his
back
.
Knife
like
that
.
Whilst
speaking
he
produced
a
dangerouslooking
claspknife
quite
in
keeping
with
his
character
and
held
it
in
the
striking
position
.
—
In
a
knockingshop
it
was
count
of
a
tryon
between
two
smugglers
.
Fellow
hid
behind
a
door
,
come
up
behind
him
.
Like
that
.
Prepare
to
meet
your
God
,
says
he
.
Chuk
!
It
went
into
his
back
up
to
the
butt
.
His
heavy
glance
drowsily
roaming
about
kind
of
defied
their
further
questions
even
should
they
by
any
chance
want
to
.
—
That
’
s
a
good
bit
of
steel
,
repeated
he
,
examining
his
formidable
stiletto
.
After
which
harrowing
dénouement
sufficient
to
appal
the
stoutest
he
snapped
the
blade
to
and
stowed
the
weapon
in
question
away
as
before
in
his
chamber
of
horrors
,
otherwise
pocket
.
—
They
’
re
great
for
the
cold
steel
,
somebody
who
was
evidently
quite
in
the
dark
said
for
the
benefit
of
them
all
.
That
was
why
they
thought
the
park
murders
of
the
invincibles
was
done
by
foreigners
on
account
of
them
using
knives
.
At
this
remark
passed
obviously
in
the
spirit
of
where
ignorance
is
bliss
Mr
B
.
