“The author of these valentines,” said the Doctor, “is to be spotted, the way I diagnose the case, by his desire that professional people should be constantly giving away their services. He objects to the Doctor’s bill and he slaps sarcastically at the Lawyer because he doesn’t give advice. That’s why I[36] suspect the Idiot. He’s a professional Idiot, and yet he gives his idiocy away.”

“When did I ever give myself away?” demanded the Idiot. “You are talking wildly, Doctor. The idea of your trying to drag me into this thing is preposterous. Suppose you show down your valentine and see if it is in my handwriting.”

“Mine is typewritten,” said the Doctor.

“So is mine,” said the Bibliomaniac.

“Mine, too,” s. . . Read More