“Did you see that?” demanded Tom.

“See what?”

He looked at me keenly, realizing that Jordan and I must have known all along.

“You think I'm pretty dumb, don't you?” he suggested. “Perhaps I am, but I have a — almost a second sight, sometimes, that tells me what to do. Maybe you don't believe that, but science — — ”

He paused. The immediate contingency overtook him, pulled him back from the edge of the theoretical abyss.

“I've made a small investigation of this fellow,” he continued. “I could have gone deeper if I'd known — — ”

“Do you mean you've been to a medium?”