CHAPTER II.
In which a Philosopher wrestles with the Problem of Identity.
The Professor was in deeper water than ever. He had been called some name or other at the beginning of this conversation. What name he could not remember. What the friendlier of the two beasts meant by "a letter" he could not conceive until Jimmy, continuing, partly enlightened him.
"You will have to sign the brief note we have drafted here to accompany your payment. It 's obvious."
Professor Higginson dimly guessed that he was wanted to safeguard them in some way against the consequences of his kidnapping. … Well, he had made up his mind, and he would not depart from it. He nodded again cheerfully enough, and his eyes were as acquiescent as ever.
Jimmy leaned forward, and in set tones of some gravity, said formally—
We understand, this gentleman and I,
