So I will leave you to go on working on the murder.

Good-bye for the present." He sauntered out of the room, and when the door closed behind him, the lawyer said earnestly: "I do hate a crank." The words came from his heart.
"Oh, I don't think he's a crank," said Mr.Flexen in an indulgent tone.
"He's too intelligent; that's all." "There's nothing so dangerous as too much intelligence.

It's always a nuisance to other people," said the lawyer.

"Do you think he really knows anything ?" "He knows something--nothing of real importance, I think," said Mr.
Flexen.

"But, as I expect you've noticed, he likes to feel himself of importance.