Stanley Rees withdrew one of the long cigars from its paper covering. "Did you go all the way back to the hotel to fetch these?" he asked incredulously. Phipps shook his head. "I went to fetch my revolver," he said. "I meant to shoot Wingate. But did you see her, Stanley? She nodded to me--actually smiled!" "What of it?" the young man asked. "You're a fool," his uncle replied. "Pass the brandy."