“The Head of the New York Police was doing the honours of the organization to the distinguished stranger. "Here's a shabby individual - speaks Hungarian, not a word of anything else - can't give any account of himself. Has lost his memory absolute." "Oh!" said Simon Iff. "And where did you pick him up?" "In a raid last night on a dive on Tenth Avenue. Possibly the shock of arrest - there was a little shooting practice, too - has destroyed his memory. He's a pretty tough guy, as you see; but I fe...el - well, traces of intelligence and refinement. We're holding him for observation, and to try to get in touch with some relatives." They passed on. In the next room Simon Iff stopped the Commissioner. He put a hand on his shoulder, and said slowly: "If you get a puzzle of that sort every day, you must be a fairly busy man." Teake was struck by the extreme significance of the mystic's tone. "Some funny business, eh?" "Well," said Simon, "I perceive a certain Incongruity. Will you do me the favour to answer me just one question?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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