him intently. But there was a touch of apprehension in his face, too.
“You mean,” he said slowly, “that—that all I saw—the limitations of space, and so forth—that these were facts and not fancies?”
“Certainly. Doesn’t your theology hint at something of the kind?”
Laurie was silent. He had no idea of what his theology told him on the point.
“But why should I—I of all people—have such an experience?” he asked suddenly.
The medium smiled.
“Who can tell that?” he said. “Why should one man be an artist, and another not? It is a matter of temperament. You see you’ve begun to develop that temperament at last; and it’s a very marked