I am merely going to chronicle his achievement in one instance--in what he himself has always referred to as the "Four-Pools Mystery." It has already been written up in reporter style as the details came to light from day to day.

But a ten-year-old newspaper story is as dead as if it were written on parchment, and since the part Terry played was rather remarkable, and many of the details were at the time suppressed, I think it deserves a more permanent form.
It was through the Patterson-Pratt business by a roundabout way that I got mixed up in the Four-Pools affair.

I had been working very hard over the forgery case; I spent every day on it for nine weeks--and nearly every night.

I got into the way of lying awake, puzzling over the details, when I should have been sleeping, and that is the sort of work which finishes a man.

By the middle of April, when the strain was over, I was as near being a nervous wreck as an ordinarily healthy chap can get.
At this stage my doctor stepped in and ordered a rest in some quiet place out of reach of the New York papers; he suggested a fishing expedition to Cape Cod.