Spurling. Then most horribly she was clasped about the waist from behind and lifted from the ground. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. In the beginning it was a dictionary. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. “If you speak—farewell. Only a book detective could dope this out.