with bushy side-whiskers absolutely refused to have anything to do with an elderly gentleman who claimed kinship. The medium worked with admirable patience, coming back again and again with some fresh detail, but no progress could be made.
“Are you a Spiritualist, friend?”
“Yes, for ten years.”
“Well, you know there are difficulties.”
“Yes, I know that.”
“Think it over. It may come to you later. We must just leave it at that. I am only sorry for your friend.”
There was a pause during which Enid and Malone exchanged whispered confidences.
“What do you make of it, Enid?”
“I don’t know. It confuses me.”
“I believe it is half guess-work and the other half a case of confederates. These people are all of the same church and naturally they know each other’s affairs. If they don’t know they can enquire.”
“Someone said it was Mrs. Debbs’ first visit.”
“Yes, but they could easily coach her up. It is all clever quackery and bluff. It must be, for just think what is implied if it is not.”
“Telepathy, perhaps.”
“Yes, some element of that also. Listen! She is off again.”
Her next attempt was more fortunate. A lugubrious man at the back of the hall readily recognised the description and claims of his deceased wife.
“I get the name Walter.”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“She called you Walt? ”
“No.”
“Well, she calls Wat now. ‘Tell Wat to give
