"Katherine! I have felt death cease to be death."
Later he was to recall that phrase with a sicker horror than he experienced now.
"You saw something!" she said. "But your candle is out. There is no light in the room."
He took her hand. He pressed it.
"You're real!" he said with a nervous laugh. "Something I can understand.
Everything is unreal. This light—"
He strode to the table, found a match, and lighted his candle. Katherine, as she saw his face, drew back.
"Bobby!"
"My candle went out," he said dully, "and he moved through the darkness.
I tell you he moved beneath my hand."
She drew farther away, staring at him.
"You were frightened—"