“And you can't tell me any more?” asked Captain Johns, anxiously.
“No, I can't. I wouldn't. It would be no use if I did. That sort of experience must be gone through. Say I am being punished. Well, I take my punishment, but talk of it I won't.”
“Very well,” said Captain Johns; “you won't. But, mind, I can draw my own conclusions from that.”
“Draw what you like; but be careful what you say, sir. You don't terrify me. You aren't a ghost.”
“One word. Has it any connection with what you said to me on that last night, when we had a talk together on spiritualism?”
Bunter looked weary and puzzled.
“What did I say?”
“You told me that I couldn't know what a man like you was capable of.”
“Yes, yes. Enough!”
“Very good. I am fixed, then,” remarked Captain Johns. “All I say is that I am jolly glad not to be you, though I would have given almost anything for the privilege of personal communication with the world of spirits. Yes, sir, but not in that way.”