December 29.—I had a most vivid dream last night. I woke
up, and on falling asleep, dreamed the same dream over again precisely.
I dreamt I heard Frank Mutlar telling his sister that he had not only
sent me the insulting Christmas card, but admitted that he was the one
who punched my head last night in the dark. As fate would have
it, Lupin, at breakfast, was reading extracts from a letter he had just
received from Frank.
I asked him to pass the envelope, that I might compare the writing.
He did so, and I examined it by the side of the envelope containing
the Christmas card. I detected a similarity in the writing, in
spite of the attempted disguise. I passed them on to Carrie, who
began to laugh. I asked her what she was laughing at, and she
said the card was never directed to me at all. It was “L.
Pooter,” not “C. Pooter.” Lupin asked to look
at the direction and the card, and exclaimed, with a laugh: “Oh
yes, Guv., it’s meant for me.”
I said: “Are you in the habit of receiving insulting Christmas
cards?” He replied: “Oh yes, and of sending
In the evening Gowing called, and said he enjoyed himself very much
last night. I took the opportunity to confide in him, as an old
friend, about the vicious punch last night. He burst out laughing,
and said: “Oh, it was your head, was it? I know I
accidentally hit something, but I thought it was a brick wall.”
I told him I felt hurt, in both senses of the expression.