but he was better known as "Beau Larch." He had a nervous, engaging smile, of which he made frequent use.
"My word, Aladdin," he said, "you look sick as a dog. Come with me and take a snifter for it."
Aladdin hesitated a moment. And as soon as he had thoroughly made up his mind that it was wrong to say so, he said:
"I believe I will." The Celt in him was feeling suicidal.
They went into the ground-floor room of a house where liquor was sold.
"For me, whisky," said Beau Larch.
"The same for me," said Aladdin, with something suspiciously like a gulp. The first drink which a man takes against his better judgment is a grisly epoch in his life. Aladdin realized this, and was at once miserable and willing that it should be so.
"To those that love us!" said Beau Larch.
Aladdin put down his liquor without grimace or gasp.
