it to me. I read:--

"MY DEAR SIR: Pardon the liberty I take in writing to you. My
son, who is under your charge in part, causes me great
uneasiness. I need not say to you that he has a mind above
the average--you will have already discovered this; but I
wish to say that his mind has passed through strange
experiences and that possibly he must--though God forbid--go
through more of such. A friend of mine has convinced me that
you can help my boy.

Yours very truly, "JONES BERWICK, SR."

When I had read this letter, it came upon me that it was strange,
especially in its abrupt ending. I looked at the Doctor and offered the
letter to him.

"No," said he; "keep it; put it in your pocket."

I did as he said, and waited. For a short time Dr. Khayme sat with the
amber mouthpiece of his pipe between his lips; his eyes were turned
from me.

He rose, and put his pipe back on the mantel; then turning toward me,
and yet standing, he looked upon me gravely, and said very slowly, "I do
not think it advisable to ask you to tell me what the mental experiences
are to which your father alludes; it may be best that you should not
speak of them; it may be best that you should not think of them. I am
sure that I can help you; I am sure that your telling me your history
could not cause me to help you more."