"They're synonoymous!" I shouted.
Perry stared at me curiously. "It's not a very well known story," he said, "but I still don't think you will get away with it—no matter how much innocence you profess."
"What in the name of God are you talking about?" I asked.
He slapped the back of his hand onto the manuscript. "This. The Facts In The Case of M. Valdemar. That's what."
"That's not the title I gave it," I said indignantly.
"No, but it's the title Poe gave it."
My mouth fell open. "Who? Who?"
"Stop sounding like an owl. Poe. Edgar Allan...."
"No," I said.
"Yes. Poe. Carrying this a bit far, aren't you, old boy?"