paused--"what is more," he continued, "I am inclined to think that
those experiments may have been crowned with a success they little
understand."

Down went the professor's fists, his head was poked forward in Malling's
direction, and his small eyes glittered almost like those of a glutton
who sees a feast spread before him.

"The experiments of two clergymen in psychical research crowned with
success!" he barked out.

"If so, I shall see what I can do in the pulpit--the Abbey pulpit!"

He got up, and walking slightly sidewise, with his hands hanging, and his
fingers opening and shutting, went over to a chair close to Malling's.

"Get on!" he said.

"I'm going to. I want your advice."

When Malling had finished what he had to say, the professor, who had
interrupted him two or three times to ask pertinent questions, put his
hands on his knees and thrust his head forward.

"You said you wanted advice," he said. "What about?"

"I wish you to advise me how I had better proceed."

"You really think the matter important?" asked the professor.