Staying in this same house, I can next recall a flying visit from a brother of mine, who had just spent three months, on leave from India, in America, where he had taken introductions, and had been the guest of various hospitable naval and military men, who had shown him round the Washington Arsenal, West Point Academy, and so forth. My kind old host had begged him to take us on his way back to London; and I remember well his look of utter amazement when Morton and I had lured him to "the table" one afternoon, and he was told correctly the names of two or three of these American gentlemen. "I _must_ have mentioned them to my sister in my letters," he said, turning to the younger man. I knew this was _not_ the case, but it was difficult to prove a negative. It was a relief, therefore, when my brother suggested what he considered a "real test," where previous knowledge on my part must be excluded. "Let them tell me the name of a bearer I had once in India--he lived with me for more than twelve years--always returning to me when I came back from English furlough, and yet at the end of that time he suddenly disappeared, without rhyme or reason, and I have neither seen nor heard of him since. I _know_ my sister has never heard his name. _That_ would be something like a test, but, of course, it won't come off," he added cynically. The wearisome spelling out began. The table rose up at R, then at A. "Quite wrong," my brother called out in triumph. "I knew how it would be when any real test came. Fortunately, too, it is wildly wrong--neither the letter before nor the letter after the right one, so you cannot wriggle out of it that way." "Never mind, Major Bates," said Morton Freer good-naturedly. "Let us go on all the same, and see what they mean to spell out." Fortunately, we did so, with a most interesting result; for the right name was given after all, but spelt in the Hindoostanee and not the European fashion. The name in true Hindoostanee was Ram Din--but Europeans spelt it Rham Deen--and so my brother himself had entirely forgotten when the A was given that it had any connection with the man's name. When the whole word was spelt out, of course he remembered, and then his face was a study! "Good gracious! it is right enough, and that is the real Hindoostanee spelling, too. I never thought of that when the A came!" I think this episode knocked the bottom out of his scepticism for some years to come. Even now this case precludes ordinary and conscious telepathy. Mr Podmore would be reduced to explaining that the Hindoostanee spelling was latent in my brother's consciousness, though his normal self repudiated it. Another curious incident--still more difficult to explain upon the Thought Transference Theory (unless we stretch it to include a possible impact of _all_ thoughts, at all times and from all quarters of the globe, upon everyone else's brain)--occurred under the same hospitable roof.