They comprised his correspondence with one Dr.Herbert Farr, Vancouver, B.C.As letters they were quite charming.

The earlier ones had dealt with the professor's pet subject, primitive psychology.

The later ones had been more personal.

Spence found himself remembering such phrases as "my humble but picturesque home," "my Chinese servant, a factotum extraordinary," "my young daughter who attends to all my simple wants" and "my secretary on whose efficient aid I more and more depend--" "I suppose there is a secretary ?" he asked suddenly.
"Oh yes," answered the green cloak, "I'm it." "And, 'a young daughter who attends'-- " "-- 'to all my simple wants ?' That's me, too." "But you can't be 'my Chinese servant, a factotum extraordinary ?'" "No, you have already met Li Ho." "There ?" queried the professor, gesturing weakly.
"Yes." Spence pulled himself together.

"There must be a home, though," he asserted firmly, "'Humble but picturesque'-- " "Well," admitted the voice from the green cloak, "it is rather picturesque.