'He wasn't a fisherman,' said my companion. 'That was our local doctor. He was telling me about his latest case of dropsy. Besides'--he tapped me earnestly on the knee--'you must not fall into the popular error about fishermen. Tradition has maligned them. I am a fisherman myself, and I have never told a lie in my life.' I could well believe it. He was a short, stout, comfortable man of middle age, and the thing that struck me first about him was the extraordinary childlike candour of his eyes. They were large and round and honest. I would have bought oil stock from him without a tremor. The door leading into the white dusty road opened, and a small man with rimless pince-nez and an anxious expression shot in like a rabbit and had consumed a gin and ginger-beer almost before we knew he was there. Having thus refreshed himself, he stood looking at us, seemingly ill at ease. 'N-n-n-n-n-n--' he said. We looked at him inquiringly. 'N-n-n-n-n-n-ice d-d-d-d--' His nerve appeared to fail him, and he vanished as abruptly as he had come. 'I think he was leading up to telling us that it was a nice day,' hazarded my companion. 'It must be very embarrassing,' I said, 'for a man with such a painful impediment in his speech to open conversation with strangers.' 'Probably trying to cure himself. Like my nephew George. Have I ever told you about my nephew George?' I reminded him that we had only just met, and that this was the first time I had learned that he had a nephew George. 'Young George Mulliner. My name is Mulliner. I will tell you about George's case--in many ways a rather remarkable one.' * * * * * My nephew George (said Mr Mulliner) was as nice a young fellow as you would ever wish to meet, but from childhood up he had been cursed with a terrible stammer. If he had had to earn his living, he would undoubtedly have found this affliction a great handicap, but fortunately his father had left him a comfortable income; and George spent a not unhappy life, residing in the village where he had been born and passing his days in the usual country sports and his evenings in doing cross-word puzzles. By the time he was thirty he knew more about Eli, the prophet, Ra, the Sun God, and the bird Emu than anybody else in the county except Susan Blake, the vicar's daughter, who had also taken up the solving of cross-word puzzles and was the first girl in Worcestershire to find out the meaning of 'stearine' and 'crepuscular'.