Laurie was far too exalted to be much depressed by this counsel's opinion; and had, indeed, several minutes of delightful meditation on the crass complacency of a clever man when taken off his ground. It was deplorable, he said to himself, that men should be so content with their limitations. But it was always the way, he reflected. To be a specialist in one point involved the pruning of all growth on every other. Here was Morton, almost in the front rank of his particular subject, and, besides, very far from being a bookworm; yet, when taken an inch out of his rut, he could do nothing but flounder. He wondered what Morton would make of these things if he saw them himself. In the course of the afternoon Morton himself turned up again. The case had ended unexpectedly soon. Laurie waited till the closing of the shutters offered an opportunity for a break in the work, and once more returned to the charge. "Morton," he said, "I wish you'd come with me one day." The other looked up. "Eh?" "To see for yourself what I told you." Mr. Morton snorted abruptly. "Lord!" he said, "I thought we'd done with that. No, thank you: Egyptian Hall's all I need." Laurie sighed elaborately. "Oh! of course, if you won't face facts, one can't expect...." "Look here, Baxter," said the other almost kindly, "I advise you to give this up. It plays the very devil with nerves, as I told you. Why, you're as jumpy as a cat yourself. And it isn't worth it. If there was anything in it, why it would be another thing; but...." "I ... I wouldn't give it up for all the world," stammered Laurie in his zeal. "You simply don't know what you're talking about. Why ... why, I'm not a fool ... I know that. And do you think I'm ass enough to be taken in by a trick? And as if a trick could be played like that in a drawing-room! I tell you I examined every inch...." "Look here," said Morton, looking curiously at the boy--for there was something rather impressive about Laurie's manner--"look here; you'd better see old Cathcart. Know him...? Well, I'll introduce you any time. He'll tell you another tale. Of course, I don't believe all the rot he talks; but, at any rate, he's sensible enough to have given it all up. Says he wouldn't touch it with a pole. And he was rather a big bug at it in his time, I believe." Laurie sneered audibly. "Got frightened, I suppose," he said. "Of course, I know well enough that it's rather startling--" "My dear man, he was in the thick of it for ten years. I'll acknowledge his stories are hair-raising, if one believed them; but then, you see--" "What's his address?" Morton jerked his head towards the directories in the bookshelf. "Find him there," he said. "I'll give you an introduction if you want it. Though, mind you, I think he talks as much rot as anyone--" "What does he say?" "Lord!--I don't know. Some theory or other. But, at any rate, he's given it up." Laurie pursed his lips. "I daresay I'll ask you some time," he said. "Meanwhile--"