MR. LAGUNE'S POINT OF VIEW
rendered Lagune breathless he did not remark the younger man's disturbance. "Interesting talk," panted Lewisham. "Very interesting talk, sir."
"I'm glad you found it so—very," said Lagune.
There was a pause, and then Lewisham plunged desperately. "There is a young lady—she is your typist. . . ."
He stopped from sheer loss of breath.
"Yes?" said Lagune.
"Is she a medium or anything of that sort?"
"Well," Lagune reflected. "She is not a medium, certainly. But—why do you ask?"
"Oh!. . . I wondered."
"You noticed her eyes, perhaps. She is the stepdaughter of that man Chaffery—a queer character but indisputably mediumistic. It's odd the thing should have struck you. Curiously enough I myself have fancied she might be something of a psychic—judging from her face."
"A what?"
"A psychic—undeveloped of course. I have thought once or twice. Only a little while ago I was speaking to that man Chaffery about her."
"Were you?"
"Yes. He of course would like to see any latent powers developed. But it's a little difficult to begin, you know."
"You mean—she won't?"
"Not at present. She is a good girl, but in this matter she is—timid. There is often a sort of disinclination—a queer sort of feeling—one might almost call it modesty."
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