MISTER MYSTERY RESPONDS

I happened to meet Gilberte. She was in her attic of passage Julien-Lacroix and coincidentally I was on the other side of the door when she opened it to leave. I took advantage of the coincidence to give her a bouquet of daisies that I happened to carry in my hand. You never know when you're going to need a daisy, so sometimes I carry a bouquet, just in case. Gilberte was overjoyed to see me, but wasn't able to express it and accused me of spying on her. She grabbed the bouquet and threw the flowers in my face. A clear demonstration of affection. Do you see now how useful is sometimes a bouquet of daisies? Although it is clear that Gilberte loves me, my feelings towards her are confusing. I would like to love her in return, but I can not feel the slightest emotion in her presence. (I only felt something that time that she was about to throw me off the balcony, but I don’t know if panic is a significant feeling in a love affair. Fortunately, I have a good denture with which I ma...

One afternoon I was walking through the Luxembourg Gardens looking at the daisies that clustered along the side of the path. I passed a lady and gallantly take my hat off. Then I put it back on. As I had nothing better to do, I started to put on and take off my hat alternately. It was an exercise like any other, I thought. Like someone lifting weights in the gym. In fact, the hat’s got some weight to it as it was lined with lead. I had it commissioned in this way to avoid being blown away by the wind. That’s the thing with top hats: that as soon as a wind gust comes, you see yourself running after them, with the bad effect that causes on the ladies. On the contrary, with this leaden hat well stuck in the head, you're ready for a hurricane! I was thinking of this and, at the same time, the daisies on the path kept drawing my attention. My mind was divided between the hat and the daisies. And then, the remote possibility occurred to me that both elements would be exchanged. Thus, the...