“Oh, Madam Mina, I will be grateful; you will do me much favour.” I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit⁠—I suppose it is some of the taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths⁠—so I handed him the shorthand diary. He took it with a grateful bow, and said:⁠—

“May I read it?”

“If you wish,” I answered as demurely as I could. He opened it, and for an instant his face fell. Then he stood up and bowed.

“Oh, you so clever woman!” he said. “I knew long that