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The Yellow Claw

Mr. Gianapolis
It will prove of interest at this place to avail ourselves of an opportunity denied to the
police, and to inquire into the activities of Mr. Soames, whilom employee of Henry
Leroux.
Luke Soames was a man of unpleasant character; a man ever seeking advancement--
advancement to what he believed to be an ideal state, viz.: the possession of a
competency; and to this ambition he subjugated all conflicting interests--especially the
interests of others. From narrow but honest beginnings, he had developed along lines ever
growing narrower until gradually honesty became squeezed out. He formed the opinion
that wealth was unobtainable by dint of hard work; and indeed in a man of his limited
intellectual attainments, this was no more than true.
At the period when he becomes of interest, he had just discovered himself a gentleman-
at-large by reason of his dismissal from the services of a wealthy bachelor, to whose
establishment in Piccadilly he had been attached in the capacity of valet. There was
nothing definite against his character at this time, save that he had never remained for
long in any one situation.
His experience was varied, if his references were limited; he had served not only as valet,
but also as chauffeur, as steward on an ocean liner, and, for a limited period, as temporary
butler in an American household at Nice.
Soames' banking account had increased steadily, but not at a rate commensurate with his
ambitions; therefore, when entering his name and qualifications in the books of a certain
exclusive employment agency in Mayfair he determined to avail himself, upon this
occasion, of his comparative independence by waiting until kindly Fate should cast
something really satisfactory in his path.
Such an opening occurred very shortly after his first visit to the agent. He received a card
instructing him to call at the office in order to meet a certain Mr. Gianapolis. Quitting his
rooms in Kennington, Mr. Soames, attired in discreet black, set out to make the
acquaintance of his hypothetical employer.
He found Mr. Gianapolis to be a little and very swarthy man, who held his head so low as
to convey the impression of having a pronounced stoop; a man whose well-cut clothes
and immaculate linen could not redeem his appearance from a constitutional dirtiness. A
jet black mustache, small, aquiline features, an engaging smile, and very dark brown
eyes, viciously crossed, made up a personality incongruous with his sheltering silk hat,
and calling aloud for a tarboosh and a linen suit, a shop in a bazaar, or a part in the
campaign of commercial brigandage which, based in the Levant, spreads its ramifications
throughout the Orient, Near and Far.
Mr. Gianapolis had the suave speech and smiling manner. He greeted Soames not as one
greets a prospective servant, but as one welcomes an esteemed acquaintance. Following a
brief chat, he proposed an adjournment to a neighboring saloon bar; and there, over
cocktails, he conversed with Mr. Soames as one crook with another.
 
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