Lee left the house with MacClery's final words drifting to his ear and he was contented as possible given the circumstances. It was well into the night by now but not so late that entertainment establishments were closed. He had time to blow off some steam in a saloon or gambling house and just try to not think at all. Everything that had gone had been so insane that he couldn't help to think that he was going to wake up again just to find it was all a whiskey prank and life was just as usual as could be. He would meet with his supplier tomorrow to extract the supply he had been hired for and hopefully be done with it all. He doubted that though considering MacClery stated he was supplying feed to associates. Feed meant it was an ongoing thing and unless this was just a one time deal for some reason, Lee could see that slippery eel conning him into service indeterminate. He had said that bit about retiring permanently and Lee didn't know if it was a not-so-veiled threat or a true possibility. If it was a true possibility, what did it really mean? He was learning quickly that what MacClery said and what he meant were often not quite the same thing; he could always expect some deeper meaning of words to come later it seemed.<br/><br/>Once he got closer to his lodging he ducked into a saloon and did exactly what he had set out to do; relax and enjoy. Booze still tasted just as good, music still sounded just as good, and loud clamoring voices still stirred his good spirits. By the time he left the saloon he was feeling good and smiling. He was happy to see Sallie as he entered the boarding house as there was still the matter of the window to settle up with her. "Ah, Sallie, I'm glad to see you!" He was quite warm in his greeting and with a bright smile she returned the greeting in kind.<br/><br/>"Mr. Wilde! I'm so glad to see you! Please tell me that the window was some kind of accident and that it wasn't broken by some kind of thief or hooligan. I'd be most embarrassed if you had cause not to feel safe here." She spoke pleasantly with Lee but Sebak, who was seated in the drawing room was cued by the canter in her voice. He rose from where he was reading and made a casual pass by the pair to give Mr. Wilde a good once over.<br/><br/>"No, no. Everything is fine. It was my clumsiness really and I insist that I make full compensation for it and any work that needs to be done." He offered polity.<br/><br/>"Of course, Mr. Wilde. It is much appreciated. I hope you don't mind, I cleaned up in there earlier today. I was compelled to make sure you were alright."<br/><br/>Lee noticed the Egyptian in his passing but not that he had been appraised by the man. Sabek continued on his way upstairs and disappeared into his room.<br/><br/>"Interesting fellow, he is." Lee observed. "Have you had the opportunity to speak with him? I'm sure his dealings here must be fascinating. I presume he has some connection to the Exposition?"<br/><br/>"Oh, I only know he works for another, but he is exotic in appearance, isn't he? I do love his hat, but I dare not risk being rude and asking him about it." She replied. "I've had your window sealed for now so your room shouldn't be so cold as it was earlier. So please rest well, Mr. Wilde and let me know if there's anything I can get for you. I'll be retiring in an hour or so."<br/><br/>He nodded to the woman and said his goodnight as he headed up the stairs. Once back in his room he was once again confronted with the remnants of Andrew's visit the night before. The window had been sealed as Sallie had said, but his glass, almost full, was still there. Lee picked it up as he passed through and drained it and didn't bother lighting a latern. On his bed he found his clothes from the night before, cleaned and folded nicely with a note. 'Mr. Wilde, I had these laundered do to the accident with the window. Be certain now there'll be no slivers in them.'<br/><br/>"That was thoughtful." He said aloud to no one and got undressed and into bed.<br/><br/>Sebak quietly returned downstairs to Sallie after Lee had retired and he nodded to her. "He' s been fed. You were right about the blood on the floor. We should find out who he was."