byterians, and Gloucester Square for Square for Unitarians. But to-night we are trying to introduce some variety. We are doing the Spiritualists.”
Challenger snorted like an angry buffalo.
“Next week the lunatic asylums, I presume,” said he. “You don’t mean to tell me, Malone, that these ghost people have got churches of their own.”
“I’ve been looking into that,” said Malone. “I always look up cold facts and figures before I tackle a job. They have over four hundred registered churches in Great Britain.”
Challenger's snorts now sounded like a whole herd of buffaloes.
“There seems to me to be absolutely no limit to the inanity and credulity of the human race. Homo sapiens! Homo idioticus! Whom do they pray to — the ghosts?”
“Well, that’s what we want to find out. We should get some copy out of them. I need not say that I share your view entirely, but I’ve seen something of Atkinson of St. Mary’s Hospital lately. He is a rising surgeon, you know.”
“I’ve heard of him — cerebro-spinal.”
“That’s the man. He is level-headed and is looked on as an authority on psychic research, as they call the new science which deals with these matters.”
“Science, indeed!”
“Well, that is what they call it. He seems to take these people seriously. I consult him when I want a reference, for he has the literature at his fingers’ end. ‘Pioneers of the Human Race’ — that was his description.”
“Pioneering them to Bedlam,” growled Challenger. “And literature! What literature have they?”
