Abhi BasuHe threw a good deal of warmth into the last remark, as though perhaps to indicate his hope that Gortsby did not fall far short of the requisitedecency."Of course,"said Gortsby slowly,"the weak point of your story is that you can't produce the soap."The young man sat forward hurriedly, felt rapidly in the pockets of his overcoat, and then jumped to his feet."I must have lost it,"he muttered angrily."To lose an hotel and a cake of soap on one afternoon suggests wilful carelessness,"said Gortsby, but the young man scarcely waited to hearthe end of the remark. He flitted away down the path, his head held high, with an air of somewhat jaded jauntiness.