Gloriani was accustomed to deal with complex problems, but this time he was hopelessly puzzled.

"What 's the matter with him ?" he asked, simply.
Rowland gave a sad smile, and touched his forehead.

"Genius, I suppose." Gloriani sent another parting, lingering look at the bust of Mrs.
Hudson.

"Well, it 's deuced perfect, it 's deuced simple; I do believe in him!" he said.

"But I 'm glad I 'm not a genius.