"How am I to know that?"
"Because I say so."
"You only say you think he is dead. You bring me no proof. When I ask you how you can know it positively, you offer me no explanation."
"I saw his ghost Thursday night," said James Cromwell, shuddering.
"His ghost! What ridiculous nonsense is this?" demanded the merchant.
"I saw his ghost as plain as I see you," said Cromwell, in a subdued voice.
"And where was it that this precious apparition came to you?" asked Mr. Morton, with contempt.
"It was in a hotel at Wheeling," said James Cromwell. "I was lying awake when the door of my chamber suddenly opened, and his person entered."
"Did he speak?" asked Paul Morton, impressed in spite of himself, by the tone of conviction with which the other spoke.
"Yes," said Cromwell.