He snatched up a book from a pile on the table, thrust open the title-page and held it out.
"Read that, sir....

As it happens, it's my hobby.

Go and ask Dr.
Foster, if you like....

No, sir; I must have your friend; it's a good sound case." The Major read the title-page in a superior manner.

It purported to be by a James Whitty, and the name was followed by a series of distinctions and of the initials, which I have forgotten.