that the more people knew his tale the better, and said with intentional flattery—
"I thank you, sir, for coming; you are a medical man."
Then he continued, turning to the policemen again—
"You understand? There is unfortunately very little to say. My last recollection is of leaving Sir John Perkin's house—he was giving a party on—on … wait a moment … it was Monday. I remember having a sort of shock just after getting out of his gate, and then I do not remember anything more until I was approaching this house. It will be Tuesday to-day?"
"No, sir," said the policeman, with grave reverence for one so learned, so distinguished, and at the same time so unique in misfortune. It reminded him of the wonderful things in the Sunday papers, and he believed. "No, sir; to-day is Thursday."
"Thursday?" said the Professor, affecting bewilderment with considerable skill. "Thursday?" he repeated, turning to the chemist, who said solemnly—
"Thursday, sir!"
"Oh, poor dear!" immediately howled Mrs. Randle.
