Professor. No, no, Doctor, I was not. I— Well, now what I want to tell you is this. When I began to think that there was something real about it after all, I—then, I’m sorry to say, I let myself go, and I pursued it—all over the room.
Doctor. Any good?
Professor. None whatever. I knocked over a few things, that’s all. I was picking them up just before you came in.
Doctor. Well, and then?
(The Professor’s eye travels toward the chest; but he is unable to confess himself quite honestly.)
Professor. Then—it disappeared.
Doctor. And you haven’t seen it since?
Professor. No.
Doctor. Nor heard it?
Professor. I have not—. That is, no.