Mind you, I'm not saying Bolter was straight.

In the dark he'd tell you what you had in your hand, exact time of your watch, and so on.

I didn't take stock in this, and one night brought some photographs with me, and asked for a description of them.

This he gave correctly, winding up by saying, 'The one nearest your body is that of -- -'" Here my friend named a person well known to both of us, whose name I prefer not to introduce here.

This person, I may add, had never been in or near the island, and was totally unknown to Bolter.
"Of course," my friend went on, "the photographs were all the time inside my pocket.