The parapets in front of the hotels were usually fringed with fishers of all ages.

One day I thought I would stop and see a fish caught.

The result brought back to my mind, very forcibly, a circumstance which I had not thought of before for twelve years.

This one: THE MAN WHO PUT UP AT GADSBY'S When my odd friend Riley and I were newspaper correspondents in Washington, in the winter of '67, we were coming down Pennsylvania Avenue one night, near midnight, in a driving storm of snow, when the flash of a street-lamp fell upon a man who was eagerly tearing along in the opposite direction.

"This is lucky! You are Mr.Riley, ain't you ?" Riley was the most self-possessed and solemnly deliberate person in the republic.