“Why should I not kill you?” retorted the Milk affably.
“There is something in what you say,” exclaimed the young gentleman. “I had not considered the question. Will you give me a minute or two to meditate?”
“I must be about my business, I am afraid,” returned the Milk, quietly bludgeoning the young man as he spoke with his milk can. “Yet how sad it is,” he said reflectively surveying the four corpses, “that speculation must inevitably make way for practical affairs.”
And with that he proceeded to replace the milk he had spilled with water from a neighbouring table.
X
LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE
ONCE upon a time there was a wizard who could find the truth in a newspaper.
Fortunately he was discovered and hanged in time, and since then nobody has dared to tamper with the liberty of the Press.