A Detective searching for the murderer
of a dead man was accosted by a Clew.
“Follow me,” said the
Clew, “and there’s no knowing what you
may discover.”
So the Detective followed the Clew
a whole year through a thousand sinuosities, and
at last found himself in the office of the Morgue.
“There!” said the Clew,
pointing to the open register.
The Detective eagerly scanned the
page, and found an official statement that the deceased
was dead. Thereupon he hastened to Police Headquarters
to report progress. The Clew, meanwhile, sauntered
among the busy haunts of men, arm in arm with an
Ingenious Theory.”
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