Then who put it into your mind ?" "Adam Strang." "Not on your tintype.

Adam Strang is a pipe-dream.

You read it somewhere." "Never," I averred.

"The little I read of Korea was the war correspondence at the time of the Japanese-Russian War." "Do you remember all you read ?" Oppenheimer queried.
"No." "Some you forget ?" "Yes, but--" "That's all, thank you," he interrupted, in the manner of a lawyer abruptly concluding a cross-examination after having extracted a fatal admission from a witness.
It was impossible to convince Oppenheimer of my sincerity.

He insisted that I was making it up as I went along, although he applauded what he called my "to-be-continued-in-our-next," and, at the times they were resting me up from the jacket, was continually begging and urging me to run off a few more chapters.
"Now, professor, cut out that high-brow stuff," he would interrupt Ed Morrell's and my metaphysical discussions, "and tell us more about the _ki-sang_ and the cunies.