lost to sight in the brilliance of the moon.

"Look out there!" he said, his voice thrilling with sudden and
solemn fervor. "There in the limitless ether move millions of
universes--vast creations which our finite brains cannot estimate
without reeling,--enormous forces always at work, in the mighty
movements of which our earth is nothing more than a grain of sand.
Yet far more marvellous than their size or number is the
mathematical exactitude of their proportions,--the minute
perfection of their balance,--the exquisite precision with which
every one part is fitted to another part, not a pin's point awry,
not a hair's breadth astray. Well, the same exactitude which rules
the formation and working of Matter controls the formation and
working of Spirit; and this is why I know that ghosts exist, and,
moreover, that we are COMPELLED by the laws of the phenomena
surrounding us to meet them every day."

"I confess I do not follow you at all," said Courtney bewildered.

"No," and Dr. Dean smiled curiously. "I have perhaps expressed
myself obscurely. Yet I am generally considered a clear exponent.
First of all, let me ask you, do you believe in the existence of
Matter?"

"Why, of course!"

"You do. Then you will no doubt admit that there is Something--an
Intelligent Principle or Spiritual Force--which creates and
controls this Matter?"