“Bones is a type. They are immodest about virtues they do not possess, and diffident when it comes to the recognition of their real qualities. If I had offered Bones election to a Fellowship of the Psychical Society, he would have leapt at it!” Hamilton tossed aside the month-old newspaper he had been reading. “Do you think Bones _is_ psychic?” he demanded. Sanders took his cheroot from his mouth and stared at the Houssa captain in astonishment. “What on earth do you mean?” he said, startled. But Hamilton was very …
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