He lighted a cigarette, took a couple of leisurely puffs, and looked at me expectantly.
"Well ?" I asked.
"Well," said O'Keefe, "suppose you tell me what you think--and then I'll proceed to point out your scientific errors." His eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Larry," I replied, somewhat severely, "you may not know that I have a scientific reputation which, putting aside all modesty, I may say is an enviable one.

You used a word last night to which I must interpose serious objection.

You more than hinted that I hid--superstitions.

Let me inform you, Larry O'Keefe, that I am solely a seeker, observer, analyst, and synthesist of facts.

I am not"-- and I tried to make my tone as pointed as my words--"I am not a believer in phantoms or spooks, leprechauns, banshees, or ghostly harpers." O'Keefe leaned back and shouted with laughter.
"Forgive me, Goodwin," he gasped.