"I have had none," returned Raikes with a rasping lack of emotion, "for the last ten years. It is too late to begin to cultivate a disability now." "You are wrong," replied the Sepoy. "One's attitude cannot be rigid at all points; that is bad management. The finest tragedy I ever witnessed was emphasized by the trivialities of the king's jester. "However," he added, as if in support of his theory, "I can, at least, trouble you for a match." While Raikes busied himself in an effort to show the hospitality of the service indicated, the Sepoy's busy, furtive eyes glanced here and there about the room with quick, inquiring glances. At one end a bedstead stood, which an antiquarian would have accepted gladly as collateral for a loan. Near-by a wardrobe, equally remote if more decrepit, leaned against the wall to maintain the balance jeopardized by a missing foot. One chair, in addition to those occupied by Raikes and his companion, appeared to extend its worn arms with a weary insistence and dusty disapproval of their emptiness. A table, large enough to accommodate a student's lamp, several account books and a blotting-pad, completed this uninviting galaxy. To the walls, however, the Sepoy directed his closest scrutiny. With an incredibly rapid glance he surveyed every possible inch of space, turning his head cautiously to enable his eyes to penetrate into the more distant portions. Presently, after an amount of rummaging altogether disproportionate to the nature of his quest, Raikes succeeded in finding a lucifer, which flared with a reluctance characteristic of the surroundings. The Sepoy, availing himself of its blaze, deposited the remainder of the stick, with elaborate carefulness, upon the table, as if urged by the thought that his companion might convert it to further uses. As Raikes resumed his chair, the Sepoy, recalling his glances from their mysterious foray, directed them, with curious obliqueness, upon his companion. In no instance that Raikes could recall had the Sepoy looked upon him directly save in fleeting flashes. At such moments Raikes was conscious of a strange tremor, a vanishing fascination, that he vainly sought to duplicate by attracting the other's attention, in order to analyze its peculiar influence. "May I ask," he ventured after a few inhalations of his vicarious smoke, "may I ask the nature of your business?" "Surely," replied the other. "I am a collector." "Of what?" inquired Raikes, dissatisfied with the ambiguity of the answer. "Sapphires," said the Sepoy. "Ah!" cried Raikes. "Yes," continued the other, regarding the kindling glance of the avaricious Raikes with a quick, penetrating look that was not without its effect upon the latter; "yes, and I have had many beautiful specimens in my time." "But where is your establishment?" asked Raikes. "Wherever I chance to be," was the reply.