Cartoner reflected for some moments. In the country from which I come, he said at length, we have a very laudable reverence for relics and a very delicate taste in such matters. If one man shoots another we like to see the gun, and we pay sixty centimes to look upon it. There are people who make an honest living by such exhibitions. If they cannot get the gun they put another in its place, and it is all the same. Now, your knife–the one the Senorita sharpens with a kiss –in my country it will have its value.