STALEY FLEMING'S HALLUCINATION
OF two men who were talking one was a physician.
"I sent for you, Doctor," said the other, "but I don't think you can do me any good. May be you can recommend a specialist in psychopathy. I fancy I'm a bit loony."
"You look all right," the physician said.
"You shall judge—I have hallucinations. I wake every night and see in my room, intently watching me, a big black Newfoundland dog with a white forefoot."
"You say you wake; are you sure about that? 'Hallucinations' are sometimes only dreams."
"Oh, I wake, all right. Sometimes I lie still a long time, looking at the dog as earnestly as the dog looks at me—I always leave the light going. When I can't endure it any longer I sit up in bed—and nothing is there!"
"'M, 'm—what is the beast's expression?"
"It seems to me sinister. Of course I know
