"If I were superstitious I should think it a queer sort of omen.

But as I am not, I know that I must be mad." "Why?
After all, an ancient man and a modern man might resemble each other." "There are degrees in resemblance," said Bickley with one of his contemptuous snorts.

"It won't do, Humphrey, my boy," he added.

"I can only think of one possible explanation--outside of the obvious one of madness." "What is that ?" "The Glittering Lady produced what Bastin called that cinematograph show in some way or other, did she not?
She said that in order to do this she loosed some hidden forces.

I suggest that she did nothing of the sort." "Then whence did the pictures come and why ?" "From her own brain, in order to impress us with a cock-and-bull, fairy-book story.