in the subject abruptly, he turned to serve an English guest who was querulous about a noise made by the steam pipes in the billiard room.
"How can you expect a man to make a decent shawt in such a din?" this sufferer inquired and added bitterly: "I ask you!"
Ogle lingered a moment, but decided to return to his unfinished lunch. Evidently the femme de chambre had not greatly exaggerated the fact when she said that "everybody in Algiers" was familiar with the affairs of the sisters Daurel and their visitors.
On his way back to the dining-room he passed the entrance to the hotel restaurant, a smaller room; and although the painted glass doors were closed, sounds from within reached the corridor distinctly enough to let him know that compatriot tourists were lunching there. "Alley vooze on!" he heard a male voice exclaiming in pain. "Don't pass that cheese anywhere near me again; it's worse'n a dead snake. My Gosh!"
Ogle quickened his steps; the voice was "Middle Western" and reminded him of Tinker's—a jarring note in Algiers. He did not wish to be reminded of Tinker, who was by this time a jarring note in Naples, no doubt; but happily Naples was a city upon an-
