He forbade Mrs. Randle to admit a soul. He went to bed early and slept ill. The wages of sin is death.
Professor Higginson came down next morning in a very miserable mood. A vast pile of letters stood beside his plate, and there also he saw The Howl, folded, keeping its dreadful secret—he was sure it had one for him.
The sheet, with its harmless outer cover, its advertisements of patent poisons and its bold title menaced him. It fascinated him too. He hesitated, reached for it, opened it, and the blow fell.
To his horror, there stared him in the face two great lines—nay, three, of huge block headline type, counting more in the front page of that day than the sleeping sickness, than the might of Germany, or the turpitude of Kalmazoo.
They ran thus—
EVIDENCE OF A FUTURE LIFE!
REVELATIONS OF A GREAT PSYCHOLOGIST.
PROFESSOR HIGGINSON TESTIFIES TO
SUPERNATURAL EXPERIENCES.
RECOGNITION OF THE DEAD.
