Sinopsis

“That’s a dangerous fellow, Stuart,” remarked Baldwin Carr, who had
unperceived entered the library, and, over his nephew’s shoulder, read the
title: “Thus Spake Zarathustra.”
Stuart Heron laid down the ponderous volume of Nietzsche, and smiled up
lazily at his juvenile uncle-by-marriage: “Oh, we’re a depraved family! Not
half an hour ago I caught Babs behind the drawing-room screen, reading
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.”
Baldwin looked startled. “Isn’t that all right? I myself gave it to the child;
the complete edition, bound in white vellum.”
“We’ll send old Nietzsche to be bound in white vellum, and rob him of his
sting.”
“And this man is just as bad”; Baldwin ignored his nephew’s fl...