“A policeman was coming along.  He was about 50 feet away.

“I inquired him if he had seen the gentleman who was talking to me.

“‘Did you see the other gentleman, officer?’ I asked.

“‘Yes’ he said looking around ’there were two of you—­where is the other—­has he robbed you of all you had—­these pickpockets have a mysterious way of disappearing—­’

“‘He was my brother’ I said ‘and no pickpocket.’

“The policeman looked puzzled too.

“I shouted aloud calling my brother by name but received no reply.  I took out my gold watch.  It was half past one.  I walked home at a brisk pace.

“At home I was informed by the servant that my brother had come to look for me an hour ago but on being informed that I was out, had gone away.

“Whenever he came to Calcutta from the suburbs he put up with a friend of his instead of with me.  So I decided to look him up at his friend’s house in the morning.  But I was not destined to carry out that plan.

“Early the next morning I received a telegram that my brother was dead.  The telegram had been sent at 1.20 A.M.  He must have died an hour before.  Well—­there it was.

“I had seen him and so had the policeman.  The servant had seen him too.  There could be no mistake about that.

“I took an early train and reached my suburban home at 10 A.M.  I was informed that my brother had died at midnight.  But I had seen him at about half past one and the servant had seen him at about 12.30.  I did not tell anybody anything at that time.  But I did so afterwards.  I was not dreaming—­because the conversation we had was a pretty long one.  The servant and the police constable could not have been mistaken either.  But the mystery remains.”

This was the exact story of the professor.  Here is something else to the point.

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Suicidal Telepathy.

A remarkable case of what may be called suicidal telepathy has occurred near Geneva.  Mme. Simon, a Swiss widow aged fifty, had been greatly distressed on account of the removal of her sister, who was five years younger, to a hospital.  On Monday afternoon a number of persons who had ascended the Saleve, 4299 feet high, by the funicular railway, were horrified to see a woman walk out on to a ledge overlooking a sheer precipice of three hundred feet, and, after carefully wrapping a shawl round her head and face jump into space.  The woman was Mme. Simon, says the Times of India, and she was found on the cliffs below in a mangled condition.

At the same time Mme. Simon’s sister, who had not seen or communicated with the former for a week, became hysterical saying her sister was dead and that she did not want to survive her.  During the temporary absence of the nurse the woman got out of her bed—­opened the window and jumped into the road from the first floor.  She is seriously injured and her recovery is doubtful.