My curiosity faded away.
However, when I found that I was going to Australia it revived.

And naturally: for if the people should say that I was a dull, poor thing compared to what I was before I died, it would have a bad effect on business.

Well, to my surprise the Sydney journalists had never heard of that impostor! I pressed them, but they were firm--they had never heard of him, and didn't believe in him.
I could not understand it; still, I thought it would all come right in Melbourne.

The government would remember; and the other mourners.

At the supper of the Institute of Journalists I should find out all about the matter.