“Your diary?” I asked him in surprise.

“Yes,” he answered. “I keep it in this.” As he spoke he laid his hand on the phonograph. I felt quite excited over it, and blurted out, “Why, this beats even shorthand! May I hear it say something?”

“Certainly,” he replied with alacrity, and stood up to put it in train for speaking. Then he paused, and a troubled look overspread his face.

“The fact is,” he began awkwardly.”I only keep my diary in it, and as it is entirely, almost entirely, about my cases it may be awkward, that is, I mean � “ He stopped, and I tried to help him out of his embarrassment.

“You helped to attend dear Lucy at the