“Is it a game?” he asked hopefully.
“It’ll be a pretty game if I don’t get the money to pay for cabs for her,” said Anthea.
“I sometimes think,” he said slowly, “that I am becoming insane, or that—”
“Or that I am; but I’m not, and you’re not, and she’s not.”
“Does she say that she’s the Queen of Babylon?” he uneasily asked.
“Yes,” said Anthea recklessly.
“This thought-transference is more far-reaching than I imagined,” he said. “I suppose I have unconsciously influenced her, too. I never thought my Babylonish studies would bear fruit like this. Horrible! There are more things in heaven and earth—”
“Yes,” said Anthea, “heaps more. And the pound is the thing I want more than anything on earth.”
He ran his fingers through his thin hair.
“This thought-transference!” he said. “It’s undoubtedly a Babylonian ring—or it seems so to me. But perhaps I have hypnotized myself. I will see a doctor the moment I have corrected the last proofs of my book.”