But Pinckney takes it mighty serious. He says that the dinner at the club don't count for so much, but that the other affair can't be sidetracked so easy. It seems that the girl has lived through one throw down, when the feller skipped off to Europe just as the tie-up was to be posted, and it wouldn't do to give her a second scare of the same kind. Rinkey was mighty reluctant about goin' into details, but we gets it out of him by degrees that the lord sahib has a habit, when he's locked up alone, of unscrewin' the fake lamp and puttin' it away in a box full of cotton battin'. "Always in great secret," says Rinkey; "for the lord sahib would not disclose. But I have seen, which was an evil thing--oh, very evil! To-night it was done as before; but when it was time for the return, alas! the box was down side up on the floor and the glorious eye was not anywhere. Search! We look into everything, under all things. Then comes a great rage on the lord sahib, and I be sore from it in many places." "That accounts for your restin' on your face, eh?" says I. "Well, Pinckney, what now?" "Why," says he, "we've simply got to get a substitute eye. I'll wait here while you go out and buy another." "Say, Pinckney," I says, "if you was goin' down Broadway at eight-thirty P. M., shoppin' for glass eyes, where'd you hit first? Would you try a china store, Or a gent's furnishin's place?" "Don't they have them at drug stores?" says Pinckney. "I never seen any glass eye counters in the ones I go to," says I. And then, right in the midst of our battin' our heads, I comes to. "Oh, splash!" says I. "Pinckney, if anyone asks you, don't let on what a hickory head I am. Why, I've got a glass eye that Sir Hunter can have the loan of over night, just as well as not."' "You!" says Pinckney, lookin' wild. "Sure thing," says I. "It's a beaut, too. Can't a feller own a glass eye without wearin' it?" "But where is it?" says Pinckney. "It's with Snick Butters," says I. "He's usin' it, I expect. Fact is, it was built for Snick, but I hold a gilt edged first mortgage, and all I need to do to foreclose is say the word. Come on. Just as soon as we find Snick you can run back and fix up Sir Hunter as good as new." "Do you think you can find him?" says Pinckney. "We've got to find him," says I. "I'm gettin' interested in this game." Snick was holdin' down a chair in the smokin' room at the Gilsey. He grins when he sees me, but when I puts it up to him about callin' in the loose lens for over night his jaw drops. "Just my luck," says he. "Here I've got bill board seats for the Casino and was goin' to take the newsstand girl to the show as soon as she can get off." "Sorry, Snick," says I, "but this is a desperate case. Won't she stand for the green curtain?" "S-s-sh!" says he. "She don't know a thing about that. I'll have to call it off. Give me two minutes, will you?"