Ally?

It was hard to find the Missir Sir's house. An old-style house in ████████████. After knocking for a long time, an impossibly thin gentleman came out.

He said, ''Who do you want?''

''Looking for Missir.''

''What do you need from him?''

''I need him for a critical matter. Are you Mr. Missir?''

''Yes. Now tell me. Tell me what you need from me.''

"I think we shouldn't stand on the street and talk about the problem."

Anis felt uncomfortable. But the gentleman's attitude is such that he would keep him standing outside, won't let him enter.

Anis said, ''So, can I come inside?''

''Okay, come in.''

Mr. Missir reluctantly stepped away from the door. It was pitch dark. There was no furniture except for three or four wicker chairs.

''You can sit down there.''

Anis sat down.

The gentleman said, ''I'm not feeling well today. I have an ulcer. It's hurting now. Tell me quickly what you need to say.''

"I have come to you regarding my wife. I have come after hearing your name."

''You heard my name?''

''Yes.''

"I didn't know I was that famous! Tell me specifically, who did you hear it from?"

Anis started to mutter.

Mr. Missir said in an impatient voice, ''Tell me, who said that?''

"A gentleman from our office. Kamalendubabu. You treated his sister."

''Oh, yes, I know, Kamalendu. But listen, I'm not a doctor, you know?''

''Yes, sir, I know.''

"Well, have a cup of tea first, then we'll talk. Who said the patient? Your wife?'

''How old is she?''

''20-21''

''What! You look like you're about 40, right?''

Anis said dryly, "I'm 32."

''Why did you marry such a young girl?''

What kind of question is this? Anis felt that it was not right to come here after hearing Kamalendubabu's words. The gentleman himself seemed to be out of his mind. Would someone ask a stranger something like that?

"Tell me, why did you marry such a young girl?"

"It just simply happened."

''You don't want to say, understood. Well, don't need to say. Let's talk after having tea.''

Mr. Missir left Anis outside and went inside. Then there is no sight of him. A little girl of eight or nine came with a cup of very sweet tea. Then there was no one come, no response. It was getting late. Anis coughed several times.

He raised his voice twice and called, ''Is there anyone at home?'' No response.

However, Kamalendubabu has repeatedly said that there is no guarantee of this man's word. But Mr. Missir is awesome. Nothing seemed unusual to Anis. But the eye-sight of his is very sharp. This, however, is the first thing to be noticed. And the second thing that catches the eye is his finger. Unusually long.

''Ahh, sorry. I kept you waiting for a long time.''

''No, it's fine.''

"No, no. It's not fine."

Mr. Missir smiled for the first time.

He said haltingly, ''I fell asleep because of the ulcer's pain.''

''Then should I come another day?''

''No, no, sit down. Did she give the tea?''

''Yes.''

''Nice, now tell me what you wanted to say?''

Anis remained silent. It's something that can't be told to a stranger normally.

Mr. Missir said in a calm voice, ''Your wife is not right in the head, is she?''

''No, sir, the head is fine.''

''Not crazy?''

''No.''

''Then why did you come to me?''

''Sometimes she behaves strangely.''

''How?''

''She gets afraid. Sometimes it happens.''

''Afraid? What does that mean? Afraid of what?''

''Fear of ghosts.''

"You know exactly that is fear of ghosts?"

''No, I don't know exactly. It seems like this.''

Mr. Missir held out a cigar and said, coughed,' 'A friend of mine brought it from █████, a very bad thing.''

Anis said nothing. But he liked Mr. Missir's style. Mr. Missir had casually brought up another topic. And was talking as if he remembered nothing of the previous conversation.

"If you smoke four or five cigars like this, you'll get tuberculosis. Do you want one?"

''No.''

"I smoke them because I feel bad throwing them away. They're not edible. They're inedible. But Havana cigars are good. Have you ever had a Havana cigar?"

'No.''

"Very good. Sometimes a friend of mine gives it to me."

Mr. Missir took a drag on his cigar and started coughing again. As soon as the coughing stopped, he said, ''Now I will ask you a few questions. Answer them properly.''

''Yes.''

''First question, is your wife beautiful?''

''Yes.''

''Very beautiful?''

''Yes.''

''When does your wife get afraid - at night or during the day?''

''Usually at night. But once she was afraid in the afternoon.''

''Tell me what kind of fear she has.''

''It seems like she sees something.''

''Does she see the same thing every time, or does it change each time?''

''I can't say that for sure.''

''Does she smell any kind of smell at this time?''

''I can't say that for sure.''

''When she recovers, does she remember her fear?''

''Not most of the time, but sometimes.''

''Your wife's health must be poor.''

''Yes.''

''When was she first scared? Can you tell me?''

''I don't know. But when she was very young.''

''Tell me about the first scary incident.''

''I don't know that for sure.''

''You don't seem to know much. Bring your wife one day.''

Anis was silent for a while and said, ''I don't want to bring her.''

''Why don't you want to?''

''She is very sensitive. If she finds out that I am talking to people about this abnormality of hers, she will be very upset.'

''Look, nothing can be done without talking to your wife. Your wife is sick, and I think this illness will progress rapidly. You have to bring her.''

Anis stood up.

Anis said in a low voice, ''How much should I give you?''

Mr. Missir was surprised and said, ''Didn't Kamalendubabu tell you that I don't charge fees? I do this work for the sake of my hobby, do you understand?''

''Yes.''

''But if you get good rose seedlings, you can give them to me. I am very fond of roses. In total, I have seedlings of thirty different varieties. There is one very interesting, small-sized rose, like a grass flower."

''Is that so?''

''Yes. They call it a micro rose. A rose from Holland. Strong smell. Wanna see?''

''I will see it another day. It is late today, my wife lives alone.''

''Oh, is that so? Listen, don't leave her alone. Never let her be alone. It is very important.''

Anis felt upset as he went down the road. It's just a waste of his time. The man didn't know much. All the spiritual power that Kamalendubabu talks about seems like complete nonsense. However, Mr. Missir's words are quite forceful.

I will try to convince Yuki to come here. There is no harm in it. Besides, Mr. Missir is most likely not stupid. He is a teacher of clinical psychiatry. No one becomes a teacher without knowing absolutely nothing. He definitely knows something. It is not right to guess something by looking at a person's face.