Now, mind you, Willem knew nothing of the compact Peter and I had made.
Peter Grimm had said he would return, if he could. I believe he did so.
My studies of the so-called "Occult" have done my reputation in this narrow provincial town much harm. I have been sneered at as a "spiritualist," a "spook hunter," an "agnostic." I am none of the three. I am a seeker after Truth; even while fully aware of the impossibility of absolutely finding that elusive quality. Nor do my researches in any way conflict with revealed religion, nor in the simple Bible faith that has ever been mine and that shall forever sustain me.
Having thus set forth my personal position in the matter—perhaps tediously and to an undue length,—I beg to call your attention to my report.
Very truly yours,
Andrew McPherson, M.D.
CHAPTER XIX
BACK TO THE STORY
Dr. McPherson occasionally gave a vigorous shake to his fountain pen, and made corrections here and there.
It was nearly midnight, and he had been writing almost uninterruptedly since he had followed Willem upstairs after the boy's flight.