"Nothing at all, I admit. I am interested in the
classification of emotional reactions as exempli-fied
by certain racial types. That is all. Let us
return to the consideration of your particular
problem."
"I don't really know why I came to you," said
Evan Llewellyn. His hands twitched nervously,
and his dark face had a haggard look. He did not
look at Mr. Parker Pyne and that gentleman's
scrutiny seemed to make him uncomfortable. "I
don't know why I came to you," he repeated.
"But where the Hell can I go? And what the Hell
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can I do? It'9 the powerlessness of not being able
to do anythirg at all that gets me .... I saw your
advertisement and I remembered that a chap had
once spoken if you and said that you got results.
. . . And--w¢ll--I came! I suppose I was a fool.
It's the sort of position nobody can do anything
about."
"Not at all," said Mr. Parker Pyne. "I am the
proper persors to come to. I am a specialist in un.
happiness. This business has obviously caused you
a good deal of pain. You are sure the facts are
exactly as you have told me?"
"I don't tlaink I've left out anything. Pointz
brought out the diamond and passed it around--that
wretched American child stuck it on her
ridiculous bag and when we came to look at the