"Well?" I said.
"Well, I have the proof!"
And he handed them to me. When I looked up he was gone.
I transcribe the conversation exactly as Craig's illegible hand wrote it, the document that has come to be universally ignored in spiritualistic circles as "the Craig at Eve Papers." For Craig had found what we are all searching for--the happy medium.
Craig. Will you talk tonight?
Tutor Yes.
Craig. How are you?
Tutor. I am very happy.
Craig. May I talk with you tomorrow night?
Tutor. No.
Craig. Can you help me on my reading?
Tutor. We are all very happy here.
Craig. Where will you be tomorrow night?
Tutor. Over at Margery's
(A short silence seems to have fallen at this point, neither party having anything to say.)
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