When I myself came on the scene he was flinging his great； ape…like arms about
and reciting a poem to her。 But we were used to lunatics coming and reciting
poems in our office； and we were not quite prepared for what followed。
The actual verse he uttered began； I think；
‘O vivid； inviolate head；
Ringed '
but he never got any further。 Mr。 Trip made a sharp
movement towards him； and the next moment the giant picked
up the poor lady typewriter like a doll； sat her on top
of the organ； ran it with a crash out of the office doors；
and raced away down the street like a flying wheelbarrow。
I put the police upon the matter； but no trace of the amazing
pair could be found。 I was sorry myself； for the lady was
not only pleasant but unusually cultivated for her position。
As I am leaving the service of Messrs。 Hanbury and Bootle； I put
these things in a record and leave it with them。
〃（Signed） Aubrey Clarke；
Publishers' reader。〃
〃And the last document；〃 said Dr。 Pym complacently； 〃is from
one of those high…souled women who have in this age introduced
your English girlhood to hockey； the higher mathematics；
and every form of ideality。
〃Dear Sir （she writes）；I have no objection to telling you
the facts about the absurd incident you mention； though I would
ask you to communicate them with some caution； for such things；
however entertaining in the abstract； are not always auxiliary
to the success of a girls' school。 The truth is this：
I wanted some one to deliver a lecture on a philological
or historical questiona lecture which； while containing
solid educational matter； should be a little more popular and
entertaining than usual； as it was the last lecture of the term。
I remembered that a Mr。 Smith of Cambridge had written somewhere
or other an amusing essay about his own somewhat ubiquitous name
an essay which showed considerable knowledge of genealogy
and topography。 I wrote to him； asking if he would come and
give us a bright address upon English surnames； and he did。
It was very bright； almost too bright。 To put the matter otherwise；
by the time that he was halfway through it became apparent
to the other mistresses and myself that the man was totally
and entirely off his head。 He began rationally enough by dealing
with the two departments of place names and trade names； and he said
（quite rightly； I dare say） that the loss of all significance
in names was an instance of the deadening of civilization。
But then he went on calmly to maintain that every man who had
a place name ought to go to live in that place； and that every
man who had a trade name ought instantly to adopt that trade；
that people named after colours should always dress in those colours；
and that people named after trees or plants （such as Beech or Rose）
ought to surround and decorate themselves with these vegetables。
In a slight discussion that arose afterwards among the elder girls
the difficulties of the proposal were clearly； and even eagerly；
pointed out。 It was urged； for instance； by Miss Younghusband
that it was substantially impossible for her to play the part
assigned to her； Miss Mann was in a similar dilemma； from which
no modern views on the sexes could apparently extricate her；
and some young ladies； whose surnames happened to be Low； Coward；
and Craven； were quite enthusiastic against the idea。
But all this happened afterwards。 What happened at the crucial
moment was that the lecturer produced several horseshoes and a
large iron hammer from his bag； announced his immediate intention
of setting up a smithy in the neighbourhood； and called on every
one to rise in the same cause as for a heroic revolution。
The other mistresses and I attempted to stop the wretched man；
but I must confess that by an accident this very intercession
produced the worst explosion of his insanity。 He was waving
the hammer； and wildly demanding the names of everybody；
and it so happened that Miss Brown； one of the younger teachers；
was wearing a brown dressa reddish…brown dress that went quietly
enough with the warmer colour of her hair； as well she knew。
She was a nice girl； and nice girls do know about those things。
But when our maniac discovered that we really had a Miss Brown
who WAS brown； his ~idee fixe~ blew up like a powder magazine；
and there； in the presence of all the mistresses and girls；
he publicly proposed to the lady in the red…brown dress。
You can imagine the effect of such a scene at a girls' school。
At least； if you fail to imagine it； I certainly fail
to describe it。
〃Of course； the anarchy died down in a week or two； and I can
think of it now as a joke。 There was only one curious detail；
which I will tell you； as you say your inquiry is vital； but I should
desire you to consider it a little more confidential than the rest。
Miss Brown； who was an excellent girl in every way； did quite
suddenly and surreptitiously leave us only a day or two afterwards。
I should never have thought that her head would be the one
to be really turned by so absurd an excitement。Believe me；
yours faithfully； Ada Gridley。
〃I think；〃 said Pym； with a really convincing simplicity and seriousness；
〃that these letters speak for themselves。〃
Mr。 Moon rose for the last time in a darkness that gave no hint
of whether his native gravity was mixed with his native irony。
〃Throughout this inquiry；〃 he said； 〃but especially in this its
closing phase； the prosecution has perpetually relied upon one argument；
I mean the fact that no one knows what has become of all the unhappy
women apparently seduced by Smith。 There is no sort of proof
that they were murdered； but that implication is perpetually made
when the question is asked as to how they died。 Now I am not
interested in how they died； or when they died； or whether they died。
But I am interested in another analogous questionthat of how they
were born； and when they were born； and whether they were born。
Do not misunderstand me。 I do not dispute the existence of
these women； or the veracity of those who have witnessed to them。
I merely remark on the notable fact that only one of these victims；
the Maidenhead girl； is described as having any home or parents。
All the rest are boarders or birds of passagea guest； a solitary
dressmaker； a bachelor…girl doing typewriting。 Lady Bullingdon；
looking from her turrets； which she bought from the Whartons with
the old soap…boiler's money when she jumped at marrying an unsuccessful
gentleman from UlsterLady Bullingdon； looking out from those turrets；
did really see an object which she describes as Green。 Mr。 Trip；
of Hanbury and Bootle； really did have a typewriter betrothed
to Smith。 Miss Gridley； though idealistic； is absolutely honest。
She did house； feed； and teach a young woman whom Smith succeeded
in decoying away。 We admit that all these women really lived。
But we still ask whether they were ever born？〃
〃Oh； crikey！〃 said Moses Gould； stifled with amusement。
〃There could hardly；〃 interposed Pym with a quiet smile；
〃be a better instance of the neglect of true scientific process。
The scientist； when once convinced of the fact of vitality
and consciousness； would infer from these the previous
process of generation。〃
〃If these gals；〃 said Gould impatiently〃if these gals were all alive
（all alive O！） I'd chance a fiver they were all born。〃
〃You'd lose your fiver；〃 said Michael； speaking gravely out of the gloom。
〃All those admirable ladies were alive。 They were more alive for having
come into contact with Smith。 They were all quite definitely alive；
but only one of them was ever born。〃
〃Are you asking us to believe〃 began Dr。 Pym。
〃I am asking you a second question；〃 said Moon sternly。 〃Can the court
now sitting throw any light on a truly singular circumstance？
Dr。 Pym； in his interesting lecture on what are called； I believe；
the relations of the sexes； said that Smith was the slave
of a lust for variety which would lead a man first to a negress
and then to an albino； first to a Patagonian giantess and then
to a tiny Eskimo。 But is there any evidence of such variety here？
Is there any trace of a gigantic Patagonian in the story？
Was the typewriter an Eskimo？ So picturesque a circumstance would not
surely have escaped remark。 Was Lady Bullingdon's dressmaker a negress？
A voice in my bosom answers； ‘No！' Lady Bullingdon； I am sure；
would think a negress so conspicuous as to be almost Socialistic；
and would feel something a little rakish even about an albino。
〃But was there in Smith's taste any such variety as the learned
doctor describes？ So far as our slight materials go；
the very opposite seems to be the case。 We have only
one actual description of any of the prisoner's wives
the short but highly poetic account by the aesthetic curate。
‘Her dress was the colour of spring； and her hair of autumn leaves。'
Autumn leaves； of course； are of various colours； some of
which would be rather startling in hair （green； for instance）；
but I think such an expression would be most naturally used of
the shades from red…brown to red； especi