"There is not the slightest necessity for you to believe it--in fact, so far as I am concerned, it does not matter in the least whether you do or not." "Mr.Burton," the professor interposed, "I beg that you will not misunderstand Mr.Bomford.His is not a militant disbelief, it is simply a case of suspended judgment.

In the meantime, assuming the truth of what you have told us--and I for one, you must remember, Mr.
Burton, have every faith in your story--assuming its truth, Mr.Bomford has made a most interesting proposition." Burton, with half-closed eyes, was listening to the singing of a thrush and watching the sunshine creep through the dark foliage of the cedar trees.

He was only slightly interested.
"A proposition ?" he murmured.
"Precisely," Mr.Cowper assented.

"We have an appeal to make to you, an appeal on behalf of science, an appeal on behalf of your fellow-creatures, an appeal on behalf of yourself.

Your amazing experience is one which should be analyzed and given to the world." "What you want, I suppose," Burton remarked, "is one of my beans." "Exactly," the professor admitted, eagerly.
"I have already," Burton said, "done my best to make you understand my feelings in this matter.