Later, perhaps it was running into too many walls with his poetry that sobered him somewhat. But in writing to me, he was still unwilling to admit defeat, saying something along the lines of, "I haven't taken Byron as a role model for a long time, now detective novels are in vogue. Considering our many years of friendship, please do me a favor by handing over this manuscript of 'Bond Street Murder Case' to the 'British' editorial department, and relay a message to Mr. Arthur Sigma that the author of this piece is his fan, Edgar Allan Poe."
Arthur's fingertips tapped on the desk. "Really? Edgar Allan Poe? A big name indeed! Now I definitely must check out his manuscript."
Owen drank his tea and waved his hands repeatedly. "Mr. Hastings, although I also think that young man is somewhat arrogant, your mockery of him is too much."
