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all too obvious source: "_Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!_" That, I may safely read. G. K. Chesterton Contents A WILD, MAD, HILARIOUS AND PROFOUNDLY MOVING TALE THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY CHAPTER IV. THE TALE OF A DETECTIVE Gabriel Syme turned to leave, like a heat mirage