of the day or night, and what I may call "The Great Higginson Lost Memory Case" started on its travels round the world.
During the remainder of that day—the Thursday—Professor Higginson was prodigal enough of his experience. It was a great thing for a Professor of Subliminal Psychology to have come in direct touch in this way with one of the most interesting of psychical phenomena. Everyone he met in the next hours had a question to ask, and every question did Professor Higginson meet with a strange facility; but, alas! with renewed and more complex untruth. Had he any recollections? Yes … Yes. Were there faces? Yes, there were faces. Drawn faces. He could say more (he hinted), for the thing was still sacred to him.
One cross-questioned a little too closely about the sense of Time. Had he an idea of its flight during that singular vision? Yes. Yes … In a way. He remembered a conversation—a long one—and a flight: a flight through space.
What! a flight through space?
He told the story with much fuller details that very morning about noon to his most
