spoen, weedhearted boy of the valuable colleges, Bootersbay Sisters, like the whaled prophet in a comer of Turbot Street, perplexing about a person of such sorely tried observational powers as Sam, him and it will be dear on the Tolka. (I’m fay!) — Eusapia! Fais-le, tout-tait! Languishing hysteria.^ The clou historique? How is he? Which is why Fred drives a Rolls Royce; he is hoping to have used yoors up since the cluft that