Two minutes to seven
I used to know an American -LRB- wicked old gun-running millionaire he was , Cuba way , and down South too -RRB- who could change his cigar from one corner of his mouth right across to the other with his tongue . Fascinatin ' sight to watch ... '' Captain Malet-Marsac swallowed continuously , lest he lose the faculty of swallowing -- and be choked . Major Ranald looked at his watch . `` Two minutes to seven . Come on , '' he said , and took the cheroot from the prisoner 's mouth . `` Good-bye , Mike , '' said that person to the swallowing fainting wretch . `` Do n't try and say anything .