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"Well, Charley," Neil Partington said, as we discussed it on the wharf afterward, "I fail to see where your boasted imagination came into play this time."
But Charley was true to his hobby. "Imagination?" he demanded, pointing to the Streak. "Look at that! just look at it! If the invention of that isn't imagination, I should like to know what is."
"Of course," he added, "it's the other fellow's imagination, but it did the work all the same."
