signed by a single uninitialed name, for its author was a peer.
Higginson came into the room nervously, less and less pleased to see who his visitor was, but that visitor had something very definite to do.
"I say, Higginson," he cried suddenly, rising as suddenly at his colleague's entry into the room, "you know I don't believe a word of it!"
"A word of what?" said Higginson tartly.
"Oh, you know," said Babcock, sitting down again as did Higginson also, and fixing the psychologist with his strong eyes. "You 've told everybody, and everybody 's talking. All this 'psychical experience,' Higginson! All these—damn it, why you 're talking ghosts now!"
He sat back and waited.
"Babcock," said Higginson, in much the same tones as he had used to fire upon the less defended Mr. Garden, "Babcock, you won't believe a plain human tale? The Evidence of a witness? True evidence, Babcock?"
"Oh, I believe you had some—some, well, let 's say some mental experience, all right; but I don't believe in all that monkey business. …
