XI
MR. WHITCOMB'S FOIBLES
"In moments of relaxation from my studies,"
said Northcote, taking his companion by the arm,
"I like to look upon myself as something of an
amateur of the human mind. I find a great fascination
in the endless nuances of the human character.
Permit me to say that I have never come across a
more promising subject than is offered by your own
personal complexity. Why in the name of the marvellous
did you batter that poor devil if you had no
intention of cozening him out of his money?"
"He suffered for one of my foibles. I am convinced that a society of banded robbers is at work to blackmail, bully, and despoil the peaceable citizens of London. The law is powerless to touch them, their operations are so cunning and are ordered on so mean a scale. Therefore it would seem to behove every stalwart private individual to make war upon them openly; and I am proud to affirm that a good measure of success has attended my own puny efforts. It is quite possible that in the course of these labors I may happen upon a retired champion who chooses to eke out a well-deserved leisure in a manner so unsavory, but in the meantime I deal out a dozen broken noses a year to this banditti."
"You are an enigma, indeed," said the young man. "You professed just now to accept the things
