One day I happened to
read in a newspaper about a big forgery committed by a well-known
government official. Then I learned that my indefinite gentleman
had been a partner of the forger's brother, and that his name was
Strawman. Later on I learned that the aforesaid Strawman used to
run a circulating library, but that he was now the police reporter
of a big daily. How in the world could I hope to establish a
connection between the forgery, the police, and my little man's
peculiar manners? It was beyond me; and when I asked a friend
whether Strawman had ever been punished for something, my friend
couldn't answer either yes or no--he just didn't know! [Pause.]
MR. Y. Well, had he ever been--punished?
MR. X. No, he had not. [Pause.]
MR. Y. And that was the reason, you think, why the police had such
an attraction for him, and why he was so afraid of offending
people?
MR. X. Exactly!
MR. Y. And did you become acquainted with him afterward?
MR. X. No, I didn't want to. [Pause.]
MR. Y. Would you have been willing to make his acquaintance if he
had been--punished?
MR. X. Perfectly!
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