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[Chalfant <ext...@ib...>]

G a faint hope that--pop!--it might suddenly appear again in the same
way. "The police took it away last night--lowered it out of the window
with a block and tackle," answered the scrivener. "A sort of breeches
buoy." "I've heard of camel's-hair shawls but not of camel's-hair
breeches!" murmured Tutt. "I suppose if a camel wore pants--well, my
imagination refuses to contemplate the spectacle! Where's Willie?" "He
hasn't been in at all this morning!" said Miss Wiggin. "I'll warrant--"
"What?" demanded Mr. Tutt suspiciously. "--he's somewhere with that
camel," she concluded. * * * * * Now, Miss Minerva, as her name
connoted, was a wise woman; and she had reached an unerring conclusion
by two different and devious routes, to wit, intuition and logic, the
same being the high road and low road of reason--high or low in either
case as you may prefer. Thus logic: Camel--small boy. Intuition: Small
boy--camel. But there was here an additional element--a direct personal
relationship between this particular small boy and this particular
camel, rising out of the incident of the ink bottle. She realized that
that camel must have acquired for William a peculiar quality--almost
that of a possession--in view of the fact that he had put his mark upon
it. She knew that Willie could no more stay away from the environs of
that camel than said camel could remain in that attic. Indeed we might
go on at some length expounding further this profound law of human
nature that where there are camels there will be small boys; that, as it
were, under such circumstances Nature abhors an infantile vacuum. "If I
know him, he is!" agreed Mr. Tutt, referring to William's probable
proximity to Eset el Gazzar. "Speaking of camels," said Tutt as he lit a
cigarette, "makes me think of brass beds." "Yes," nodded hi