“Who? Vincent? Oh! another month yet. We’re going to have another try when he comes.”
“Try? What at?”
“Materialization,” said Laurie. “That’s to say—”
“I don’t want to know what the foul thing means.”
He still paused, looking hard at the boy. Then he sniffed.
“A young fool,” he said. “I repeat it. … Lock up when you come. … Good night.”