The Sanity of Professor R. J. Basil
Part One

Basil broke with a smile. An illustrious, half nautious and conceded smile, but a smile none the less. His eyes sharpened at his companions. Which one should he talk to, which one should he linger, which one to elaborate, and which to deceive. At a nudge he startled and spun to his upper right, glancing madly to all sides to determine the cause of his concern. Alas, he could find none, therefore he determined there was none, and he continued with his manners. He had forgotten them all at once at that moment of desperate panic. He must take a note of the distinguished situation he was excentuating. His people would throw suspicions. And however enterprising Basil saw himself or anyone else for that matter, he alone kept the secret and the key to all the doors. Well most of them anyway. He pondered on that thought for a moment or two, which to several seemed many millennia, and in one quick, sharp, ecstatic performance he proved what he had been attempting to achieve all the life that they had lived. Not he, nor I, but they. But with this remarkable feet of daring and servitude he increased his opportunities immensely, and lowered the esteem of the rest. For now he was held in as much contempt as admiration, and he must tread with the utmost care and thoroughness. He could not afford an upset now. The section was too far resolved to expect a change in power, or an addition of one for that matter. And thus he smiled. That cunning smile. And as he grinned, he checked his pocket, and his tongue, and sat down to finish his deliberation.

Contents

- Maori Myths & Legends

- For the Glory of Rome
- The Sanity of Professor R.J. Basil Part One, Two, Three
- The Trials of Archibald Henderson of Windsor

- Convergere

- Other