One of them asked what he had been reading. 'Lynch, of course,' said Louis promptly, with a twinkling in his eye. 'Lynch? Lynch?' The name was jotted down in a notebook and on cuffs. There was a bewildered air among them as they glanced at each other. They were all of the intelligentsia and considered themselves well up in modern literature, yet here was a name they had never heard. Louis was being perfectly truthful. He had been reading 'Shadowed by Three' and 'Dashing Kate, the Female Detective', shilling shockers that amused him so much he had noted the author's name and was looking for more of his works.