Excuse me." Here he turned round as if he was addressing somebody, and began rapidly speaking a language unknown to me."It is Arabic," he said; "a bad patois I own.I learned it in Barbary, when I was a prisoner amongst the Moors.In anno 1609, bin ick aldus ghekledt gheghaen.Ha! you doubt me: look at me well.At least I am like--"Perhaps some of my readers remember a paper of which the figure of a man carrying a barrel formed the initial letter, and which I copied from an old spoon now in my possession.As I looked at Mr.Pinto Ido declare he looked so like the figure on that old piece of plate that I started and felt very uneasy."Ha!" said he, laughing through his false teeth (I declare they were false--I could see utterly toothless gums working up and down behind the pink coral), "you see I wore a beard den; I am shafed now; perhaps you tink I am A SPOON.Ha, ha!" And as he laughed he gave a cough which Ithought would have coughed his teeth out, his glass eye out, his wig off, his very head off; but he stopped this convulsion by stumping across the room and seizing a little bottle of bright pink medicine, which, being opened, spread a singular acrid aromatic odor through the apartment; and I thought I saw--but of this I cannot take an affirmation--a light green and violet flame flickering round the neck of the phial as he opened it.By the way, from the peculiar stumping noise which he made in crossing the bare-boarded apartment, I knew at once that my strange entertainer had a wooden leg.Over the dust which lay quite thick on the boards, you could see the mark of one foot very neat and pretty, and then a round O, which was naturally the impression made by the wooden stump.I own I had a queer thrill as I saw that mark, and felt a secret comfort that it was not CLOVEN.
This refers to an illustrated edition of the work.
In this desolate apartment in which Mr.Pinto had invited me to see him, there were three chairs, one bottomless, a little table on which you might put a breakfast-tray, and not a single other article of furniture.In the next room, the door of which was open, I could see a magnificent gilt dressing-case, with some splendid diamond and ruby shirt-studs lying by it, and a chest of drawers, and a cupboard apparently full of clothes.
Remembering him in Baden-Baden in great magnificence, I wondered at his present denuded state."You have a house elsewhere, Mr.Pinto?"I said.
"Many," says he."I have apartments in many cities.I lock dem up, and do not carry mosh logish."I then remembered that his apartment at Baden, where I first met him, was bare, and had no bed in it.
"There is, then, a sleeping-room beyond?""This is the sleeping-room." (He pronounces it DIS.Can this, by the way, give any clue to the nationality of this singular man?)"If you sleep on these two old chairs you have a rickety couch; if on the floor, a dusty one.""Suppose I sleep up dere?" said this strange man, and he actually pointed up to the ceiling.I thought him mad, or what he himself called "an ombog." "I know.You do not believe me; for why should I deceive you? I came but to propose a matter of business to you.
I told you I could give you the clue to the mystery of the Two Children in Black, whom you met at Baden, and you came to see me.
If I told you you would not believe, me.What for try and convinz you? Ha hey?" And he shook his hand once, twice, thrice, at me, and glared at me out of his eye in a peculiar way.
Of what happened now I protest I cannot give an accurate account.
