I was just acquainted with him, and that's a fact, but I reckon you'll have to find some one who knows a good deal more than I do before you'll get the stuff you want for your paper." "The slightest particulars are of interest to us just now," the reporter reminded him.
Mr.Coulson nodded.
"Hamilton Fynes," he said, "so far as I knew him, was a quiet, inoffensive sort of creature, who has been drawing a regular salary from the State for the last fifteen years and saving half of it.

He has been coming over to Europe now and then, and though he was a good, steady chap enough, he liked his fling when he was over here, and between you and me, he was the greatest crank I ever struck.

I met him in London a matter of three years ago, and he wanted to go to Paris.

There were two cars running at the regular time, meeting the boat at Dover.

Do you think he would have anything to do with them?
Not he! He hired a special train and went down like a prince." "What did he do that for ?" the reporter asked.
"Why, because he was a crank, sir," Mr.Coulson answered confidentially.
"There was no other reason at all.