And he tried them, but none availed.
So he gave up, and went back to Work, having saved enough ink to finish
with. But a few minutes later he called to me again, and I moved to the
Doorstep, where I sat listening, while aparently admiring the sea. He
explained that having been thus forced, he had almost finished the last
Act, and it was a corker. And he said if he had his clothes and some
money, and a key to get out, he'd go right back to Town with it and
put it in rehearsle. And at the same time he would give the Pattens
something to worry about over night. Because, play or no play, it was a
Rotten thing to lock a man in a bath-house and take his clothes away.
"But of course I can't get my clothes," he said. "They'll take cussed
good care of that. And there's the Key too. We're up against it, Little
Sister."
Although excited by his calling me thus, I retained my faculties, and
said:
"I have a suit of Clothes you can have."
"Thanks awfully," he said. "But from the slight acquaintance we have
had, I don't beleive they would fit me."
"Gentleman's Clothes," I said fridgidly.
"You have?"
"In my Studio," I said. "I can bring them, if you like. They look quite
good, although Creased."
"You know" he said, after a moment's silence, "I can't quite beleive
this is realy happening to me! Go and bring the suit of clothes,
and--you don't happen to have a cigar, I suppose?"
"I have a large box of Cigarettes."
"It is true," I heard him say through the door.
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