Liking her better, he smiled and said, “It’ll get us to heaven.” “Will it?” “If heaven existed.” “Do you not believe in heaven, Mr. Fielding, may I ask?” she said, looking at him shyly. “I do not. Yet I believe that honesty gets us there.” “How can that be?” “Let us go back to hallucinations. I was watching you carefully through your evidence this morning, and if I’m right, the hallucination (what you call half pressure—quite as good a word) disappeared suddenly.”
