Excerpts from the Book'John Andrews stood naked in the center of a large bare room, of which the walls and ceiling and floor were made of raw pine boards. The air was heavy from the steam heat. At a desk in one corner a typewriter clicked spasmodically.'Say, young feller, d’you know how to spell imbecility?'John Andrews walked over to the desk, told him, and added, 'Are you going to examine me?'This book is a Fiction, very nicely penned by the author. This book is a reproduction of an important historical work.'