I can't explain why I think this, no more than the receiver of a wireless message can account for the waves of energy it picks up from the void and transmutes into the ordered sequences of the Morse code.
All I know is that when I am near him I am, as the children say, 'warm,' and when away from him, 'cold.' While he was examining the skull I was positively 'hot,' and was half inclined to treat him as a thought transference medium and order him sternly to speak....

No.

Be calm! I even bid you be honest.

When have you, ever before, admitted an outsider to your councils?
And, if you make an exception of Theydon, why are you doing it ?" Winter bit the end off a cigar with a vicious jerk of his round head.

He struck a match and created such a volume of smoke that Furneaux coughed affectedly.
"The real clew," he said at last, "rests with the gray car.