The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 77: what you’re looking at

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70 The Wreck of the South Pole. police and inner judges in the world can trace me. They do not know whether I am on the confines of the earth, floating through space, or down at the south pole. It always amuses me after one of these periods of retire- ment to pay a visit to the police court and have a chat with ‘my friends’ and ask them how things have been going while I was away. It amuses me and does no harm.” All this was so confusing, coming upon the heels of the display of power I had seen in arresting criminals before they committed the crime, that I asked the Great Dis- sembler: “Why do not the police detect these fellows?” “Because the police belong to their club. Half the judges are with them.” Then I realized that my case was precarious. The Great Dissembler said the state of the state was desperate. (Eo) GOMIGHOOKS