to run any risks in my house. I should feel responsible, you know.”
She laughed nervously.
“Risks? Would you mind explaining?” said Laurie.
“There … there are always risks, you know.”
“What sort?”
“Oh … you know … nerves, and so on. I … I have seen people very much upset at séances, more than once.”
Laurie smiled.
“I don’t think you need be afraid, Lady Laura. It’s awfully kind of you; but, do you know, I’m ashamed to say that, if anything, I’m rather bored.”
The pince-nez gleamed.
“But—but don’t you believe it? I thought Mr. Vincent said—”
“Oh yes, I believe it; but, you know, it seems to me so natural now. Even if nothing happens tonight, I don’t think I shall believe it any the less.”
She was silent an instant.
“You know there are other risks,” she said suddenly.
“What? Are things thrown about?”
“Please don’t laugh at it, Mr. Baxter. I am quite serious.”
“Well—what kind do you mean?”
Again she paused.