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308 Concerning the Carnival of Crime in Connecticut
"Look here, you miserable ash-cat! you will have to give a little more attention to your manners, or I will throw you out of the window!"
The manikin smiled a smile of malicious content and security, puffed a whiff of smoke contemptuously toward me, and said, with a still more elaborate drawl:
"Come — go gently now; don't put on too many airs with your betters."
This cool snub rasped me all over, but it seemed to subjugate me, too, for a moment. The pigmy con­templated me awhile with his weasel eyes, and then said, in a peculiarly sneering way:
"You turned a tramp away from your door this morning."
I said crustily:
" Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn't. How do yon know?"
" Well, I know. It isn't any matter how I know."
" Very well. Suppose I did turn a tramp away from the door—what of it?"
" Oh, nothing; nothing in particular. Only you lied to him."
"I didn't! That is, I—"
"Yes, but you did; you lied to him."
I felt a guilty pang—in truth, I had felt it forty times before that tramp had traveled a block from my door — but still I resolved to make a show of feeling slandered ; so I said :
"This is a baseless impertinence. I said to the tramp —"
There—wait. You were about to lie again. I know what you said to him. You said the cook was gone down town and there was nothing left from break­fast. Two lies. You knew the cook was behind the door, and plenty of provisions behind her."
This astonishing accuracy silenced me; and it filled