The author of this book offers it to the public without apology. The reviewersof his previous work of this character have presumed, on inductive grounds,that he must be a young man from the most westerly part of the Western States,to whom many things might be pardoned as due to the exuberant animal spirits ofyouth. They were good enough to express the thought that when the author grewup and became educated there might be hope for his intellect. This expectationis of no avail. All that education could do in this case has been tried and hasfailed. As a Professor of Political Economy in a great university, the authoradmits that he ought to know better. But he will feel amply repaid for hishumiliation if there are any to whom this little book may bring some passingamusement in hours of idleness, or some brief respite when the sadness of theheart or the sufferings of the body forbid the perusal of worthier things.
STEPHEN LEACOCK
McGill University,
Montreal
The great detective sat in his office. He wore a long green gown and half adozen secret badges pinned to the outsid