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He is a Perfectly Impossible Person
"What’sallthis?Yououghttobeashamed"saidthepoliceman.ItwasthemostrationalremarkwhichIhadheardinEnmorePark."Well,"heinsisted,turningtome,"whatisit,then?"
"Thismanattackedme,"saidI.
"Didyouattackhim?"askedthepoliceman.
TheProfessorbreathedhardandsaidnothing.
"It’snotthefirsttime,either,"saidthepoliceman,severely,shakinghishead."Youwereintroublelastmonthforthesamething.You’veblackenedthisyoungman’seye.Doyougivehimincharge,sir?"
Irelented.
"No,"saidI,"Idonot."
"What’sthat?"saidthepoliceman.
"Iwastoblamemyself.Iintrudeduponhim.Hegavemefairwarning."
Thepolicemansnappeduphisnotebook.
"Don’tletushaveanymoresuchgoings-on,"saidhe."Now,then!Moveon,there,moveon!"Thistoabutcher’sboy,amaid,andoneortwoloaferswhohadcollected.Heclumpedheavilydownthestreet,drivingthislittleflockbeforehim.TheProfessorlookedatme,andtherewassomethinghumorousatthebackofhiseyes.
"Comein!"saidhe."I’venotdonewithyouyet."
