“You are wise, my dear friend. It does no good. As for your being of use in this case, the most I can hope is that you may find me an explanation of something I cannot understand.”
“I am good at that. I am particularly good at explanations—and, generally, at all post facto wisdom.”
“Keyork, do you believe that the souls of the dead can come back and be visible to us?”
Keyork Arabian was silent for a few seconds.
“I know nothing about it,” he answered.
“But what do you think?”
“Nothing. Either it is possible, or it is not, and until the one proposition or the other is proved I suspend my judgment. Have you seen a ghost?”
“I do not know. I have seen something——” She stopped, as though the recollections were unpleasant.
“Then” said Keyork, “the probability is that you saw a living person. Shall I sum up the question of ghosts for you?”
“I wish you would, in some way that I can understand.”