I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle! Why, I am nothing but a pack of cards! //
