"I see!" And I held out my hand to say good-night. "He is a century
before his time, and maybe it is better to die than forestall a
century."
Mr. Harland laughed as he pressed my hand cordially.
"Enigmatical, as usual!" he said--"You and Santoris ought to be
congenial spirits!"
"Perhaps we are!" I answered, carelessly, as I left him;--"Stranger
things than that have happened!"