And it so warmed me toward Mr.Brown of St.Louis that I said that if ever I visited that city again, I would seek out that excellent man and kiss the hem of his garment if it was a new one.

Well, I visited St.Louis, but I did not hunt for Mr.Brown; for, alas! the investigations of long ago had proved that the benevolent Brown, like 'Jack Hunt,' was not a real person, but a sheer invention of that gifted rascal, Williams--burglar, Harvard graduate, son of a clergyman..