Nonsense Novels by Stephen Leacock
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He could completely disguise himself at a second's notice.
Half a bucket of cocaine and a dipper stood on a chair at his elbow. His face was absolutely impenetrable. A pile of cryptograms lay on the desk. The Great Detective hastily tore them open one after the other, solved them, and threw them down the cryptogram-shute at his side. There was a rap at the door. The Great Detective hurriedly wrapped himself in a pink domino, adjusted a pair of false black whiskers and cried, "Come in." His secretary entered. "Ha," said the detective, "it is you!" He laid aside his disguise. "Sir," said the young man in intense excitement, "a mystery has been committed!" "Ha!" said the Great Detective, his eye kindling, "is it such as to completely baffle the police of the entire continent?" "They are so completely baffled with it," said the secretary, "that they are lying collapsed in heaps; many of them have committed suicide." |
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