"Perhaps, after all, I _am_ a lunatic; perhaps I've had a touch of the Luzon sun and don't know it." "I'll be the judge," said the Tracer, smiling.
"Very well, sir.

Then I'll begin by telling you that I've seen a ghost." "There are such things," observed Keen quietly.
"Oh, I don't mean one of those fabled sheeted creatures that float about at night; I mean a phantom--a real phantom--in the sunlight--standing before my very eyes in broad day!.

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Now do you feel inclined to go on with my case, Mr.Keen ?" "Certainly," replied the Tracer gravely.