"Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham," was all he said.
When we got upstairs, I turned to McGill. "Explain to Molly," I said. "And incidentally to me. I'm not properly briefed yet."
He did so, and when he got to the summing up, I had the feeling she was a jump ahead of him.
"In other words, you think it's something organic?"
"Well," McGill said, "I'm trying to think of anything else it might be. I'm not doing so well," he confessed.
"But so far as I can see," Molly answered, "it's mere probability, and without any over-all pattern."
"Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center."
Molly looked at me with a curious expression for a moment. "Do you feel all right, darling?" she asked me. I nodded brightly. "You'll think this silly of me," she went on to McGill, "but why isn't it something like an overactive poltergeist?"
"Pure concept," he said. "No genuine evidence."