Part 60 (1/1)
”Desiree Le Mire,” I replied very distinctly ”The great French dancer”
”Never heard of her,” said Harry, looking at me as if he doubted my sanity
”Never heard of Desiree, the woman you loved?” I almost shouted at him
”The woman I--piffle! I say I never heard of her”
I gazed at hination ”I suppose,” I observed with infinite sarcasm, ”that you will tell me next that you have never been in Peru?”
”Guilty,” said Harry ”I never have”
”And that you never climbed Pike's Peak to see the sunrise?”
”Rahway, New Jersey, is my farthest west”
”And that you never dived with h?”
”Not I I retain a s of common sense”
”And that you did not avenge the death of Desiree by causing that of the Inca king?”
”So far as that Desiree woan to show impatience, ”I can only repeat that I have never heard of the creature And”--he continued--”if you're trying to ba a tale as silly as your remarks to me would seem to indicate, I will say that as a cheap author you are taking undue liberties with your fa myself And what is more, if you dare to print the stuff I'll let the world know it's a rank fake”
This threat, delivered with the most awful resolution and sincerity, unnerved me completely, and I fell back in my chair in a swoon
When I recovered Harry had gone to his polo ga me behind, whereupon I seized my pen and hastened to set down in black and white that e for himself between us
For my part, I do swear that the story is true, on my word of honor as a cynic and a philosopher