"Well, don't you know?"
"Yes, yes, it's Poe."
Perry grinned slyly. "Caught you, eh, old boy?"
"Caught me at what, may I ask?"
"Ah-ah," Perry chided, wagging his finger. "I won't tell. Don't worry." He headed for the door. "I've got to run." He wagged his finger once more, said another "ah-ah" and was gone.
As soon as the door had closed behind him, I turned furiously to the typewriter.
"Now see what you've done!" I shouted. "He thinks I was cribbing from Poe!"
The typewriter was silent.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
The keys did not move.