My gar FELLOW,—You are a queer chap and I should like to know something more about your psychology. You broke into" my house, by the simple expedient of cutting through a pane of glass—but was it quite wise to do so with ungloved hands? You left open all the doors and drawers of my curio cabinets. One or two small articles which apparently interested you, you eft on, the floor, unharmed, but two painted snuff bottles evidently appealed to your fancy, for they are gone. You then went to my pantry and took two (out of four) oranges, a plate of cold meat and the remains of a pheasant which I had intended for my tiffin. Thence to my study, from which you removed only one box containing three cigars, leaving untouched my cigarettes, pipes, tobacco and sundry silver frames and ornaments.
You then returned to the drawing-room, where you consumed the oranges and enjoyed a smoke, for the floor was littered with peel, chewed orange pulp, burnt matches and cigar ends. This finished, you
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