Judith regarded me with a mock magisterial air, and I was put into the dock at once.
"Something has happened," I said, desperately.

"A female woman has come and taken up her residence at 26 Lingfield Terrace.

A few weeks ago she ate with her fingers and believed the earth was flat.

I found her in the Victoria Embankment Gardens beneath the terrace of the National Liberal Club, and now she lives on chocolate creams and the 'Child's Guide to Knowledge.' She is eighteen and her name is Carlotta.

There!" As my cigarette had gone out, I threw it with some peevishness into the grate.