Again he paused before answering. Then he answered deliberately.
"If human evidence is worth anything, those things happen," he said.
"What things?"
"The dead return."
Maggie looked at him, aware of his deliberate attempt at dramatic brevity. He was watching the end of his cigarette with elaborate attention, and his face had that white, rather determined look that she had seen on it once or twice before, in the presence of a domestic crisis.
"Do you really mean you believe that?" she said, with a touch of careful bitterness in her voice.
"I do," he said, "or else—"
"Well?"
"Or else human evidence is worth nothing at all."
Maggie understood him perfectly; but she realized that this was not an occasion to force issues. She still put the tone of faint irony into her voice.