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I
do
not
know
why
he
said
this
,
for
I
felt
certain
I
had
caught
a
gleam
of
recognition
in
his
eyes
.
I
was
not
so
easily
abashed
as
I
had
been
some
years
earlier
.
"
I
saw
your
wife
the
other
day
,
"
I
said
"
I
felt
sure
you
’
d
like
to
have
the
latest
news
of
her
.
"
He
gave
a
short
laugh
.
His
eyes
twinkled
.
"
We
had
a
jolly
evening
together
,
"
he
said
.
"
How
long
ago
is
it
?
"
"
Five
years
.
"
He
called
for
another
absinthe
.
Stroeve
,
with
voluble
tongue
,
explained
how
he
and
I
had
met
,
and
by
what
an
accident
we
discovered
that
we
both
knew
Strickland
.
I
do
not
know
if
Strickland
listened
.
He
glanced
at
me
once
or
twice
reflectively
,
but
for
the
most
part
seemed
occupied
with
his
own
thoughts
;
and
certainly
without
Stroeve
’
s
babble
the
conversation
would
have
been
difficult
.
In
half
an
hour
the
Dutchman
,
looking
at
his
watch
,
announced
that
he
must
go
.
He
asked
whether
I
would
come
too
.
I
thought
,
alone
,
I
might
get
something
out
of
Strickland
,
and
so
answered
that
I
would
stay
.
When
the
fat
man
had
left
I
said
:
"
Dirk
Stroeve
thinks
you
’
re
a
great
artist
.
"
"
What
the
hell
do
you
suppose
I
care
?
"
