“That explains,” he answered.
He drew a fresh sheet of paper toward him as he looked at me.
I glanced from him about his apartment and back to the little table. A
fascicle marked very distinctly “1” caught my attention, and I took it
up. I smiled in his friendly eyes. “Very well,” said I, suddenly at my
ease, and he nodded and went on writing. And in a mood between
confidence and curiosity, I began to read.
This is the story that happy, active-looking old man in that pleasant
place had written.