hadnoappetite；buttheremightstillbemuchtodo——itwasneedfulIshouldkeepmyselfinpropertrim，ifitwereonlytodigestthenowtooprobablebadnews；andleavingwordattheofficeforPinkerton，Isatdowntotableandcalledforsoup，oysters，andapintofchampagne。
Iwasnotlongset，beforemyfriendreturned。Helookedpaleandratherold，refusedtohearoffood，andcalledfortea。
“Isupposeall’sup？”saidI，withanincrediblesinking。
“No。”hereplied；“I’vepulleditthrough，Loudon；justpulleditthrough。Icouldn’thaveraisedanothercentinall’Frisco。
Peopledon’tlikeit；Longhurstevenwentbackonme；saidhewasn’tathree-card-monteman。”