I take in _Reynolds_ and the _News of the World_ and the illustrated _Police News_ for him, and he cuts them out and gums them in a scrap book.

But I think I'm happier without Wiggleswick.

He interferes with my guns." "By the way," said Zora, "you talked about guns the other evening.

What have you got to do with guns ?" He looked at her in a scared way out of the corner of his eye, child-fashion, as though to make sure she was loyal and worthy of confidence, and then he said: "I invent 'em.

I have written a treatise on guns of large caliber." "Really ?" cried Zora, taken by surprise.