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164 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1920
"At Oxford, at his hospital, Reggie did what was necessary to take respectable degrees, but no more than he could help. It was remarked by his dean that he did things too easily. He always had plenty of time, and spent it here, there, and everywhere, on musical comedy and prehistoric man, golf and the newer chemistry, bargees and psychical research. There was nothing which he knew profoundly, but hardly anything of which he did not know enough to find his way about in it. Nobody, except his mother, had ever liked him too much, for he was a self-sufficient creature, but everybody liked him enough; he got on comfortably with everybody from barmaids to dons.
He was of a round and cheerful countenance and a perpetual appetite. This gave him a solidity of aspect emphasized by his extreme neatness. Neither his hair nor anything else of his was ever ruffled. He was more at his ease with the world than a man has a right to be at thirty-five."
"Reggie stared at it with gloomy apprehension. 'I believe the beggars get murdered just to bother me,' he was reflecting, when a jovial tea-merchant (wholesale— that club is a most respectable club) clapped him on the shoulder, and asked what the news was. 'They only do it to annoy because they know it teases,' said Reggie, and held up the tape."
"'Well, sir, it’s a good thing you didn’t take to crime,' said Superintendent Bell.
'Oh, that’s much harder,' said Reggie.'