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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

always outguess a ghost." 

 

"How?" asked Tom. 

 

"Well, it depends where. Take a bedroom, for example. If you use _any_ 

discretion a ghost can never get you in a bedroom." 

 

"Go on, s'pose you think there's maybe a ghost in your bedroom--what 

measures do you take on getting home at night?" demanded Amory, 

interested. 

 

"Take a stick" answered Alec, with ponderous reverence, "one about the 

length of a broom-handle. Now, the first thing to do is to get the room 

_cleared_--to do this you rush with your eyes closed into your study 

and turn on the lights--next, approaching the closet, carefully run the 

stick in the door three or four times. Then, if nothing happens, you can 

look in. _Always, always_ run the stick in viciously first--_never_ look 

first!" 

 

"Of course, that's the ancient Celtic school," said Tom gravely. 

 

"Yes--but they usually pray first. Anyway, you use this method to clear 

the closets and also for behind all doors--" 

 

"And the bed," Amory suggested. 

 

"Oh, Amory, no!" cried Alec in horror. "That isn't the way--the bed 

requires different tactics--let the bed alone, as you value your 

reason--if there is a ghost in the room and that's only about a third of 

the time, it is _almost always_ under the bed." 

 

"Well" Amory began. 

 

Alec waved him into silence. 

 

"Of _course_ you never look. You stand in the middle of the floor and 

before he knows what you're going to do make a sudden leap for the 

bed--never walk near the bed; to a ghost your ankle is your most 

vulnerable part--once in bed, you're safe; he may lie around under the 

bed all night, but you're safe as daylight. If you still have doubts 

pull the blanket over your head." 

 

"All that's very interesting, Tom." 

 

"Isn't it?" Alec beamed proudly. "All my own, too--the Sir Oliver Lodge 

of the new world." 

 

Amory was enjoying college immensely again. The sense of going forward 

in a direct, determined line had come back; youth was stirring and 

shaking out a few new feathers. He had even stored enough surplus energy 


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