It began-- Well, it all goes back to your rooms in New York. They're haunted too, but you don't know it, you wall-eyed old grave-digger, you. Not because you're inept or unsensitive or anything stupid-- It's because there's something they want to say to _me_--a message they want to give to me alone. But I can't stop to go into that now. To return to your apartment, _something_ ... used to come ... to my bed at night ... and bend over me ... I don't know who it was or what it was, except that it was masculine. And how I knew that, I dunno. It bothered me. One reason why I came down here was that I thought I was going crazy. Perhaps I have gone crazy. Anyway, if I have I like it. But here I am again! It's as though the world slipped out from under me. I can fly on and on or climb, but it's the coming down that baffles me. When I cut the motor off and the noise dies away, I feel sick and afraid; the bus seems to take its own head. Now for a landing--even if I do smash. From the moment I entered this house, I felt as though there were others here. Not specifically, you understand. At first, it was only a sensation of warmth in the atmosphere that grew to a feeling of friendliness that deepened to a sense of companionship until-- Well, I found myself in a mood of eternal expectancy. Something was going to happen but I didn't know what or how or when.... Oh yes, in a _way_ I knew what. I was going to see something. Some time--I felt dimly--when I should enter one of these rooms, so stark and yet so occupied, somebody would be there to greet me ... or some day turning a corner I should come suddenly on.... I did not dread that experience, Spink, I give you my word. I reveled in the expectancy of it. It was beautiful; it was rich. I wasn't anything of what you call _afraid_. I wanted it to happen. And it did happen. One evening, as usual, I was reading Lutetia. I was sitting in my big chair beside the refectory table. Outside, it was a perfect night I remember; dark and still, and the stars so big that they seemed to spill out of the heavens. Inside, the lamp was bright. My eyes were on my book. Suddenly.... I was not alone. Don't ask me how I knew it. Only take it from me that I did. I knew it all right. For--_oh, Spink_--(I've underlined that just like a girl) all in a flash I didn't want--to look up. I wanted to go away from this place and to go with considerable speed, not glancing back. It was the worst sensation that I have ever known--worse even than a night raid. After a while something came back; courage I suppose you'd call it; a kind of calm, a poise. Anyway, I found that I was going to be able to look up presently and not mind it.... Of course I knew whom I was going to see....