Professor Menu 223

That motif you hear now is being performed
by the guitarmigans.”

“Professor Menu,” I said, “there is an
indescribable peculiarity about you which
causes me to detest you! I don’t like that
affair about London and the digestions of
the customers.”

“Come in here,” said Menu, pushing me
into my room. ‘Look here—I’ll try to
convince you of my innocence and _ virtue.
After all, indigestion is such a little thing!
It is possible that, outside this little tiny
atom of a world, indigestion is unknown.
Do you suppose the moon suffers from in-
digestion ?” said Professor Menu.

“I don't know,” I replied, pondering ; ‘‘she
looks very yellow at times. ‘You may have
been giving the moon some of your Com-
bination dishes.”

“T assure you I haven't; it must be the
green cheese; besides, what is a little indi-
gestion when weighed against the scientific
advantages of my Combinations?” There
was an indescribable peculiarity about his
reasoning which caused me to detest it.