Either he must be a paragon of the first water, or else--

I gave it up, and handed the letter across to Jack Smith. He read it,

with knit brows, from beginning to end, and then a second time; after

which he tossed it back to me and said, "Well, what do you think of

that?"

"What do you?"

"Rot, every bit of it!"

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