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'There! Now we're friends!' declared the minx. 'Say you're sorry about my sister--'

'I am desolated!'

'That's a good boy!'

An extraordinary little man! Height, five feet four inches, egg-shaped head carried a little to one side, eyes that shone green when he was excited, stiff military moustache, air of dignity immense!

He was neat and dandified in appearance. For neatness of any kind he had an absolute passion. To see an ornament set crookedly, or a speck of dust, or a slight disarray in one's attire, was torture to the little man until he could ease his feelings by remedying the matter.

'Order' and 'Method' were his gods.