He had his way. Then began the real tug-of-war with his very next question. He asked me if, after I had retired to rest, I had been disturbed in the night. Then I saw a chance to score, after all. I said I had, by a dream; but when I was about to tell them of that mysterious vision, he stopped me.
“Never mind about the dream. Dreams are not evidence.”
Some of the audience tittered. I have not the faintest notion what at. I should have liked to supply them with an adequate reason.
“But my dream is evidence—very much evidence. If you will let me tell it you, it will throw more light——”
“Thank you. But were you disturbed by nothing beside a dream?—for instance, by some one coming through your bedroom window?”
“I was not.”
“Mr. Ferguson, take care. Do you say that no one came through your window?”
“I say that I was not disturbed by any one.”
“I see. You are particular about the form in which the question is put. I will alter it. I ask you—did any one come through your bedroom window after you had retired to rest?”
“I decline to answer. It’s no business of yours. I suppose I can have what visitors I choose.”