are a few rather elementary instruments for my work.”
He lifted down a crystal ball on a small black polished wooden stand and handed it over.
“You have heard of crystal-gazing? Well, that is the article.”
“Is that crystal?”
“Oh no: common glass. Price three shillings and sixpence.”
Laurie turned it over, letting the shining globe run on to his hand.
“And this is—” he began.
“And this,” said the medium, setting a curious windmill-shaped affair, its sails lined with looking-glass, on the little table by the fire, “this is a French toy. Very elementary.”
“What’s that?”
“Look.”
Mr. Vincent wound a small handle at the back of the windmill to a sound