"Can't say I do."
"Me, I'm not so sure. There's a lot in that crack about more things in heaven and earth whatever-it-is. I've seen some funny things happen in the village where I was born. Witchcraft and that. No accounting for any of it by any natural means. Makes you wonder."
"Where was that?"
Jason looked suddenly startled for the first time that afternoon. "East of Europe," he said abruptly. And went on: "That Miss Keats, she's a wonder. Not a canny thing to have around the house, though. No, sir! Must spoil your chances of matrimony quite a bit to be able to see what's going to happen. To say nothing of what has been happening. Every man has a right to his alibis."
Was no one, thought Jammy in exasperation, going to take the expected line of country this afternoon! Perhaps if he pushed his way into Lydia's presence, she at least would behave according to the pattern he had marked out for her.
"You believe that Miss Keats was genuinely feeling the presence of evil when she made that statement?" he pursued hopefully.
"Sure, sure!" Jason looked a little surprised. "You don't make a fool of yourself that way unless you're pretty worked up.
"I noticed you weren't very surprised by the statement."
"I been in the States fifteen years. Nothing surprises me anymore. Ever seen Holy Rollers? Ever seen Coney Island? Ever seen a tramp trying to sell a gold mine? Go west, young man, go west!"
"I'm going home to bed," said Jammy, and took his pushing way through the crowd.