"No. Not until I came into this room. It welcomed me here."
"Welcomed you! In what way?"
"Simply by being here, by making me feel that it is here, as I might feel that a man was if I came into the room when it was dark."
He spoke quietly, with perfect composure in his usual dry manner.
"Very well," the Father said, "I shall not try to contend against your sensation, or to explain it away. Naturally, I am in amazement."
"So am I. Never has anything in my life surprised me so much. Murchison, of course I cannot expect you to believe more than that I honestly suppose--imagine, if you like--that there is some intruder here, of what kind I am totally unaware. I cannot expect you to believe that there really is anything. If you were in my place, I in yours, I should certainly consider you the victim of some nervous delusion. I could not do otherwise. But--wait. Don"t condemn me as a hysteria patient, or as a madman, for two or three days. I feel convinced that--unless I am indeed unwell, a mental invalid, which I don"t think is possible--I shall be able very shortly to give you some proof that there is a newcomer in my house."
"You don"t tell me what kind of proof?"
"Not yet. Things must go a little farther first. But, perhaps even to-morrow I may be able to explain myself more fully. In the meanwhile, I"ll say this, that if, eventually, I can"t bring any kind of proof that I"m not dreaming I"ll let you take me to any doctor you like, and I"ll resolutely try to adopt your present view--that I"m suffering from an absurd delusion. That is your view of course?"
Father Murchison was silent for a moment. Then he said, rather doubtfully:
"It ought to be."
"But isn"t it?" asked Guildea, surprised.
"Well, you know, your manner is enormously convincing. Still, of course, I doubt. How can I do otherwise? The whole thing must be fancy."
The Father spoke as if he were trying to recoil from a mental position he was being forced to take up.
"It must be fancy," he repeated.
"I"ll convince you by more than my manner, or I"ll not try to convince you at all," said Guildea.
When they parted that evening, he said,
"I"ll write to you in a day or two probably. I think the proof I am going to give you has been acc.u.mulating during my absence. But I shall soon know."
Father Murchison was extremely puzzled as he sat on the top of the omnibus going homeward.
IV.
In two days" time he received a note from Guildea asking him to call, if possible, the same evening. This he was unable to do as he had an engagement to fulfil at some East End gathering. The following day was Sunday. He wrote saying he would come on the Monday, and got a wire shortly afterwards: "Yes, Monday come to dinner seven-thirty Guildea."
At half-past seven he stood on the doorstep of Number 100.
Pitting let him in.
"Is the Professor quite well, Pitting?" the Father enquired as he took off his cloak.
"I believe so, sir. He has not made any complaint," the butler formally replied. "Will you come upstairs, sir?"
Guildea met them at the door of the library. He was very pale and sombre, and shook hands carelessly with his friend.
"Give us dinner," he said to Pitting.
As the butler retired, Guildea shut the door rather cautiously. Father Murchison had never before seen him look so disturbed.
"You"re worried, Guildea," the Father said. "Seriously worried."
"Yes, I am. This business is beginning to tell on me a good deal."
"Your belief in the presence of something here continues then?"
"Oh, dear, yes. There"s no sort of doubt about the matter. The night I went across the road into the Park something got into the house, though what the devil it is I can"t yet find out. But now, before we go down to dinner, I"ll just tell you something about that proof I promised you.
You remember?"
"Naturally."
"Can"t you imagine what it might be."
Father Murchison moved his head to express a negative reply.
"Look about the room," said Guildea. "What do you see?"
The Father glanced round the room, slowly and carefully.
"Nothing unusual. You do not mean to tell me there is any appearance of----"
"Oh, no, no, there"s no conventional, white-robed, cloud-like figure.
Bless my soul, no! I haven"t fallen so low as that."
He spoke with considerable irritation.
"Look again."
Father Murchison looked at him, turned in the direction of his fixed eyes and saw the grey parrot clambering in its cage, slowly and persistently.
"What?" he said, quickly. "Will the proof come from there?"
The Professor nodded.
"I believe so," he said. "Now let"s go down to dinner. I want some food badly."
They descended to the dining-room. While they ate and Pitting waited upon them, the Professor talked about birds, their habits, their curiosities, their fears and their powers of imitation. He had evidently studied this subject with the thoroughness that was characteristic of him in all that he did.
"Parrots," he said presently, "are extraordinarily observant. It is a pity that their means of reproducing what they see are so limited. If it were not so, I have little doubt that their echo of gesture would be as remarkable as their echo of voice often is."
"But hands are missing."
"Yes. They do many things with their heads, however. I once knew an old woman near Goring on the Thames. She was afflicted with the palsy. She held her head perpetually sideways and it trembled, moving from right to left. Her sailor son brought her home a parrot from one of his voyages.
It used to reproduce the old woman"s palsied movement of the head exactly. Those grey parrots are always on the watch."
Guildea said the last sentence slowly and deliberately, glancing sharply over his wine at Father Murchison, and, when he had spoken it, a sudden light of comprehension dawned in the Priest"s mind. He opened his lips to make a swift remark. Guildea turned his bright eyes towards Pitting, who at the moment was tenderly bearing a cheese meringue from the lift that connected the dining-room with the lower regions. The Father closed his lips again. But presently, when the butler had placed some apples on the table, had meticulously arranged the decanters, brushed away the crumbs and evaporated, he said, quickly,