human
Bully old graveyard, he brought out;
gpt
Know any of the graves?
human
Only Alexander Hamilton's. Everyone knows that.
gpt
That one--see--that marble shaft--not one of the old ones.
human
If you're curious to know, answered Bulger easily,
gpt
I'll find out on my way down to-morrow. I suppose if you were to go and look, and the reporters were to see you meditating among the tombs, we'd have a scare head to-morrow and a drop of ten points in the market.
human
No, never mind, said Norcross,
gpt
He paused the fraction of a second, and his eye grew dull.
human
Wonder if they're--anywhere--those people down under the tombstones?
gpt
I suppose we all believe in immortality.
human
Seeing and hearing is believing. I believe what I see. Born that way. Norcross was speaking with a slight, agitated jerk in his voice. He rose now, and paced the floor, throwing out his feet in quick thrusts.
gpt
I'm getting along, Bulger, and I'd like to know. More pacing. Coming to the end of his route, he peered shrewdly into the face of the younger man.
human
Have you read the Psychical Society's report on Mrs. Fife?
gpt
Good God no! His lips said,
human
Only some newspaper stuff about them. Seemed rather remarkable if true. Something in that stuff, I suppose.
gpt
I've read them, resumed Norcross.
human
Got the full set. We ought to inform ourselves on such things, Bulger. Especially when we get older. That gravestone now. There's one like it--that I know about.