The Problem of the Fish-Hooks––––––––
'THERE CAN BE NO DOUBT whatever,' said Mr. Phillipps, 'that my theory is the true one; these flints are prehistoric fish-hooks.'
'I dare say; but you know that in all probability the things were forged the other day with a door-key.'
'Stuff!' said Phillipps; 'I have some respect, Dyson, for your literary abilities, but your knowledge of ethnology is insignificant, or rather non-existent. These fish-hooks satisfy every test; they are perfectly genuine.'
'Possibly, but as I said just now, you go to work at the wrong end. You neglect the opportunities that confront you and await you, obvious, at every corner; you positively shrink from the chance of encountering primitive man in this whirling and mysterious city, and you pass the weary hours in your a
