At length, he stammered out, "You see, I do not know how to pick out any particular part of the diary." Even while he was speaking an idea dawned upon him, and he said with unconscious simplicity, in a different voice, and with the naivete of a child, "that's quite true, upon my honour.

Honest Indian!" I could not but smile, at which he grimaced.

"I gave myself away that time!" he said.

"But do you know that, although I have kept the diary for months past, it never once struck me how I was going to find any particular part of it in case I wanted to look it up ?" By this time my mind was made up that the diary of a doctor who attended Lucy might have something to add to the sum of our knowledge of that terrible Being, and I said boldly, "Then, Dr.Seward, you had better let me copy it out for you on my typewriter." He grew to a positively deathly pallor as he said, "No! No! No! For all the world.

I wouldn't let you know that terrible story!" Then it was terrible.