The other got up with an abrupt movement, pushed his books together, selected a hat, and put it on.
“I’m going to lunch,” he said. “Got to be in the Courts at two; and. …”
“Oh! wait a minute,” said Laurie. “I think I want to tell you.”
“Well, make haste.” He stood, in attitude to go.
“What do you think of Spiritualism?”
“Blasted rot,” said Mr. Morton. “Anything more I can do for you?”
“Do you know anything about it?”
“No. Don’t want to. Is that all?”
“Well, look here,” said Laurie. … “Oh! sit down for two minutes.”
Then he began. He described carefully his experiences of the night before, explaining so much as was necessary of antecedent events. The other during the course of it tilted his hat back, and half leaned, half sat against a side-table, watching the boy at first with a genial contempt, and finally with the same curious interest that one gives to a man with a new disease.
“Now, what d’you make of that?” ended Laurie, flushed and superb.
“D’you want to know?” came after a short silence.
Laurie nodded.
“What I said at the beginning, then.”
“What?”
“Blasted rot,” said Mr. Morton again.