My case defies analysis.

It savours of the supernatural." The barrister shoved his chair sideways until he was able to reach a bookcase, from which he took a bulky interleaved volume.
"Supernatural," he repeated.

"That is new to me.

As I remember the affair, it was highly sensational, perplexing--a blend of romance and Japanese knives--but I do not remember any abnormal element save one, utter absence of motive." "Do you mean to say that you possess a record of the facts ?" inquired Hume, exhibiting some tokens of excitement in face and voice as he watched Brett turning over the leaves of the scrap-book, in which newspaper cuttings were neatly pasted, some being freely annotated.
"Yes.

The daily press supplies my demands in the way of fiction--a word, by the way, often misapplied.