posed Zohar out of his own head, and written it with his own right hand.”
Arthur got up to stretch his legs. He gave a laugh.
“I never know how much you really believe of all these things you tell us. You speak with such gravity that we are all taken in, and then it turns out that you’ve been laughing at us.”
“My dear friend, I never know myself how much I believe,” returned Dr. Porhoët.
“I wonder if it is for the same reason that Mr. Haddo puzzles us so much,” said Susie.
“Ah, there you have a case that is really interesting,” replied the doctor. “I assure you that, though I know him fairly intimately, I have never been able to make up my mind whether he is an elaborate practical joker, or whether he is really convinced that he has the wonderful powers to which he lays claim.”
“We certainly saw things last night that were not quite normal,” said Susie. “Why had that serpent no effect on him though it was able to kill the rabbit instantaneously? And how are you going to explain the violent trembling of that horse, Mr. Burdon?”
“I can’t explain it,” answered Arthur, irritably, “but I’m not inclined to attribute to the supernatural everything that I can’t immediately understand.”
“I don’t know what there is about him that excites in me a sort of horror,” said Margaret. “I’ve never taken such a sudden dislike to anyone.”
