"All right," said the Archdeacon, "be hanged to it by all means. Here's the truth, Bisham: I can no longer go lacking the fame which is my due. I wrote 'Trixie,' and 'Trixie' is by far the best Best Seller that's ever been seen. I want to be known as its author. I must be known as its author, Bisham. And what's more, Bisham, I will be known as its author."
"But," said Dunkle, "what's happened to you, Archdeacon? What's caused you to turn round like this? I can't understand?"
"I can't understand it myself, Bisham. I only know that it is so. Six months ago my one wish was to keep my authorship hidden. To-day I can neither eat nor sleep for the longing which possesses me to declare it. To-day when I read a complimentary account of my book and find you being loaded with praises, I can hardly contain
