'
'Yes, yes; you make yourself admirably clear, Minks, as I knew you
would.' Rogers lit his pipe again and puffed hard through a minute's
silence. The secretary held his peace, realising from the tone of the
last sentence that he had said enough. Mr. Rogers was leading up to
other questions. Hitherto he had been clearing the ground.
It came then, through the clouds of smoke, though Minks failed to
realise exactly why it was--so important:
'So that if I thought vividly of anything, I should. actually create a
mental picture which in turn might slip into another's mind, while
that other would naturally suppose it was his own?'
'Exactly, Mr. Rogers; exactly so.' Minks contrived to make the
impatience in his voice sound like appreciation of his master's
quickness. 'Distance no obstacle either,' he repeated, as though fond
of the phrase.
'And, similarly, the thought I deemed my own might have come in its
turn from the mind of some one else?'
'Precisely; for thought binds us all together like a network, and to
think of others is to spread oneself about the universe. When we think
thus we get out--as it were--into that medium common to all of us
where spirit meets spirit---'
'Out!' exclaimed Rogers, putting down his pipe and staring keenly,
first into one eye, then into the other.
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