 What does McGill offer as a hypothesis for the odd events occurring within the story?
I didn't notice the impending rain storm and had no umbrella when I reached the sidewalk, to find myself confronted with an almost tropical downpour. During the day, by actual count, I heard the phrase "I'm just spitballing" eight times, and another Madison Avenue favorite, "The whole ball of wax," twelve times. I looked blank and he explained, "We just heard it a little while ago: all six elevators in your building jammed at the same time. Psychiatry tells us that some people are accident-prone; I, on the other hand, seemed recently to be coincidence-prone, fluke-happy, and except for the alarm clock, I'd had no control over what had been going on. They wheeled in a circle, hoping to be allowed to perch, but were not allowed to. I was thinking about this decorative fact when I saw that as they were making a turn, they seemed to bunch up together. By some curious chance, they all wanted the same place in the sky to turn in, and several collided and fell. There were four men confronting him, evidently torn between the desire to make an angry exit and the impulse to stay and beat him up. All I know is five straight...." And each time, somebody else has four aces...." The street was still wet and the taxi skidded, its rear end lightly flipping the front of one of those small foreign cars, which was going rather fast. The sight of this threw another driver into a skid, and when he and the taxi had stopped sliding around, they were face to face, arranged crosswise to the street. This gave them exactly no room to move either forward or backward, for the car had its back to a hydrant and the taxi to a lamp. Although rather narrow, this is a two-way street, and in no time at all, traffic was stacked up from both directions as far as the avenues. McGill is an assistant professor of mathematics at a university uptown and lives near us. "Well," McGill said, "nothing you've told me is impossible or supernatural. Just very, very improbable. It's all those other things...." What you have told me is so impossibly unlikely, and the odds against it so astronomical, that I must take the view that you're either stringing me or you're subject to a delusion."
 He believes that Alec has somehow defied principles of randomness and design
 He believes that some form of life is causing the events  He believes that they events are merely coincidental  He believes that Alec has somehow defied principles of randomness and design  He believes that Alec is playing a deceitful trick in order to come up with an idea for his novel