My old servant, naturally credulous and superstitious, was particularly upset.

That same day after dinner, as she was clearing away the things, she stopped before me, a water bottle in one hand, the serviette in the other, and asked anxiously, "Is there no news, sir ?" "None," I answered, knowing well to what she referred.
"The automobile has not come back ?" "No." "Nor the boat ?" "Nor the boat There is no news even-in the best informed papers." "But--your secret police information ?" "We are no wiser." "Then, sir, if you please, of what use are the police ?" It is a question which has phased me more than once.
"Now you see what will happen," continued the old housekeeper, complainingly, "Some fine morning, he will come without warning, this terrible chauffeur, and rush down our street here, and kill us all!" "Good! When that happens, there will be some chance of catching him." "He will never be arrested, sir." "Why not ?" "Because he is the devil himself, and you can't arrest the devil!" Decidedly, thought I, the devil has many uses; and if he did not exist we would have to invent him, to give people some way of explaining the inexplicable.

It was he who lit the flames of the Great Eyrie.

It was he who smashed the record in the Wisconsin race.
It is he who is scurrying along the shores of Connecticut and Massachusetts.

But putting to one side this evil spirit who is so necessary, for the convenience of the ignorant, there was no doubt that we were facing a most bewildering problem.