"Also, in other words," he said, "you think we will discover
something, so you suggest that we compound a felony and keep it to
ourselves!"

"Exactly," I said drily.

It is of course possible that my nerves were somewhat unstrung
during the days that followed. I wakened one night to a terrific
thump which shook my bed, and which seemed to be the result of
some one having struck the foot-board with a plank. Immediately
following this came a sharp knocking on the antique bed-warmer
which hangs beside my fireplace. When I had sufficiently
recovered my self-control I turned on my bedside lamp, but the
room was empty.

Again I wakened with a feeling of intense cold. I was frozen with
it, and curiously enough it was an inner cold. It seemed to have
nothing to do with the surface of my body. I have no explanation
to make of these phenomena. Like the occurrences at the seance,
they were, and that was all.

But on Thursday night of that week my wife came into my bedroom,
and stated flatly that there were burglars in the house.

Now it has been my contention always that if a burglar gains
entrance, he should be allowed to take what he wants. Silver can
be replaced, but as I said to my wife then, Horace Johnson could
not. But she had recently acquired a tea set formerly belonging
to her great-grandmother, and apprehension regarding it made her,