But we accept these things in theory--and when we get up against them for ourselves we doubt.
"How many people are there in Christendom, do you think, who believe that the Saviour ascended from the dead, but who if they saw it today would insist upon medical inspection, doctor's certificates, a clinic, and even after that render a Scotch verdict?
I'm not speaking irreverently--I'm just stating a fact." Suddenly he moved away from me, strode over to the curtained oval through which Norhala had gone.
"Dick," I cried, following him hastily, "where are you going?
What are you going to do ?" "I'm going after Norhala," he answered.

"I'm going to have a showdown with her or know the reason why." "Drake," I cried again, aghast, "don't make the mistake Ventnor did.
That's not the way to win through.

Don't--I beg you, don't." "You're wrong," he answered stubbornly.

"I'm going to get her.

She's got to talk." He thrust out a hand to the curtains.