““Do you know anything about Possession?” “Well, it’s nine points of the law.” “I don’t mean possessing; I mean being possessed.” “By what? You don’t mean …?” “I don’t know. I wish to hell I did!” The setting was conventional; a warm wood-fire in a soundly built, open fireplace. The room finely wood-panelled, modern without flagrant departure from tradition, panels alternated with built-in bookcases filled to the floor with books, their ordered book backs making the best of wallpapers. The two m...en matched. They might have been supplied by the furnishers with the room; each picked to fit the big easy chair in which he lounged in tweeds cut for lounging. They even had pipes in hand and whisky on the small table that was fitted into the central wedge, which was all the two overgrown chairs permitted in the fireplace area. Comfort, good sense, physical fitness, wide, easy interests—there wasn’t an object in the large, full-furnished, well-lit, freshly warm room that did not chorus that sequence of assurances.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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