weigh more than that of any colleague," and the Professor was gratified.
"You understand clearly," went on Mr. Higginson. "I never was in that house—yet I am certain such a house exists, and—well—for reasons that are very private—it is really of interest to me to discover where it may be, for though my science assures me that I had no sort of physical connection with it during that extraordinary experience, yet I am confident that its connections, inhabitants or owners, will give me a clue to what is now the chief interest of my life—and I may add, I hope without boasting, now one of the chief subjects before scientific Europe. In the interest of Science I should see that house. I should visit it … Soon. Indeed, to-day. … I wonder if you can help me? … The house looked north," he continued abruptly, shutting his eyes and groping with his hands to add a wizard effect to the jerky sentences. "There was a drive up to it with laurel bushes, a rather weedy drive. There were four stone steps to the door. I remember those steps well, and—oh! there was a lower ground-floor room with one window looking on to a backyard. If I can find that house and have an order
