“Incredible!” he gasped, finally.
“It seems so, but I have the proofs to back up the murdered dog’s cute perceptions—that instinct which cost him his life.”
“Oh! this is beyond belief.”
“No. Even incredulous as you are determined to be, you shall soon agree that you have been wonderfully deceived. Shall I tell you the strange story?”
“As you please.”
“Well, some years ago, a certain Dr. Greene owned a private sanitarium near Oakland, Cal.
“Among his patients was a rich man, who met with a peculiar affliction. The man’s name was Jason Templin.
“His affliction left him helpless, speechless and without the power of thought. He was a living man with a dead brain.
“Templin had a long, white beard, snow-white hair, and a florid face.
“Dr. Greene had a beard equally long, but it was black.