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THE CAT, "I AM"

friend with whom one would play golf and dine more than one would share confidences. He looked sane enough, but of course those stable quiet fellows, if they ever fell off the high poop of their sanity, were apt to go right down and not come up again. But he must listen, not run on.
Innes was apologizing. "I'm sorry to have brought you around under false pretenses-at least I hope they are false. You see, I was sure they were. Every detail in itself is nothing-but together-"
Whatever it is, reflected Hamilton, that's sufficient evidence of strain. Innes is businesslike, and that's not a businesslike opening. Aloud he said, "All right. An outsider"-he deliberately did not say doctor-"is certainly a better judge than oneself as to whether any odd series of events has a real, objective connection. Fire away; spin your yarn, and I'll pull you up when I think you're making hookups where there aren't any:" He felt he had used the right tone-not merely for Innes but for himself. For he always liked to be objective even with himself, and somehow that sudden opening of Innes', after what he'd thought was a cheerful pipe-drawing silence, had, he owned, shocked him-just the utter incongruity of the remark in this snug place from that commonplace man.
He was sure he had used the right tone as far as Innes was concerned. The man seemed relieved at once. Hamilton naturally shared his relief. His mind had already run ahead to the story's end. He knew now it was a little insomnia, domestic strain-a doctor has to diagnose the whole family of a patient-perhaps a few Freudian fear-dreams, perhaps a freak or two of amnesia. Yes, five to ten grains daily of dear

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