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Locke, William John, 1863-1930

"Simon the Jester"

He had a
white star on his forehead, and his tail was over a metre long."
Lola approached him.
"Anastasius," she said gently. He looked up with a radiant smile. "Put
away those papers." Like a child he obeyed and scrambled to his feet.
Then, seeing the unfamiliar face of the doctor for the first time, he
executed one of his politest and most elaborate bows. The doctor after
looking at him intently for a while, turned to me.
"Mad. Utterly mad. Apparently he has no consciousness of what he has
done."
He lured him to the sofa and sat beside him and began to talk in a low
tone of the contents of the papers. Anastasius replied cheerfully, proud
at being noticed by the stranger. The papers referred to a precious
secret, a gigantic combination, which he had spent years in maturing. I
shivered at the sound of his voice, and turned to Lola.
"This is no place for you. Go into your bedroom till you are wanted."
I held the door open for her. She put her hands up to her face and
reeled, and I thought she would have fallen; but she roused herself.


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