You arent still in Dar-es-Salam, are
you?
Yet he put itall down with names and dates and
places.
In case of my death all my literary material and
letters, at presentin N.
Its all bog, you know, that place of his; nothing
butbog; a desolation of black bog. He burst out:Not a day of decent government since
they set foot in the place! He also once gave me the following document,imploring me
to keep it in some safe place:ROME, Nov.
Needless toadd, he was simply dumbfounded when I
told him the story. My dear fellow, since when are you interested in
ghosts?
The waiter was at the other end of the room just
then, and well outof ear-shot. Orperhaps I may have been a bit run down as well; I
believe I was. I may as well tell you that Ive had a pretty badjar since last we
met.
He is sure to be delighted to see me; he
alwaysis.
Then one of the two, speaking rather slowly,made a
commonplace remark. I have also a letter from thegentleman whom Lawrence calls Mr.
The other thought a while and then said:I cannot explain it at all.
I thought: whynot clear out of this noisome, rowdy
hole?
Are the wishes of this dead man ever going to be
respected?
Hewould not touch the book; perhaps it is on the
Index, where I think itought to be.
Something infinitely worse, he added in a
lowvoice.
I exchanged a few words with him and we passed on.
Nearly one pound ten; it was more thanenough! Anyhow, you wont get me tolend you
money; I never do.
No imposture was too fantastic for him toswallow. I
exchanged a few words with him and we passed on. But truth is like that whisky of
yours: not to betaken neat without disastrous consequences. Damn it all, he suddenly
broke in, you arent another ghost,by any chance? I couldnt get over that outfit, you
observe.