[The sudden whirling of his printing telegraph brought the old man to stringent attention. A rather please smile brushed his mouth to see his own name blaze with ink and slide onto the oak desk for him to discern.
He was no so surprised this time around that he would be addressed be a stranger as if they knew him, Friend John for sometime had been out in the galleries tooting the professor's horn. With swiftness he replied with his fingertips fluttering the piano-like keys.]
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He was no so surprised this time around that he would be addressed be a stranger as if they knew him, Friend John for sometime had been out in the galleries tooting the professor's horn. With swiftness he replied with his fingertips fluttering the piano-like keys.]
This is Van Helsing of Amsterdam.
To whom do I owe a pleasantry for knowing me?