“I suppose (I began) you were on your way to Paris when the fatal news met you?”
“No, I was at Sullacaro!”
“Impossible! Why your brother’s letter could not have reached you.”
“You forget the ballad of Burger, my dear Alexander—the dead travel fast!”
I shuddered! “I do not understand,” I said.
“Have you forgotten what I told you about the apparitions familiar to our family?”
“Do you mean to say that you have seen your dead brother?”—“Yes.”—“When?”
“On the night of the 16th inst.”
“And he told you everything?”—“All!”