“That is as well,” observed the medium. “And you are sure, Mr. Baxter, that you wish me to try? You must remember that I promise nothing.”
“I wish you to try.”
“And if nothing happens?”
“If nothing happens, I will promise to—to continue my search. I shall know then that—that it is at least sincere.”
Mr. Vincent rose to his feet.
“A little table just here, Lady Laura, if you please, and a pencil and paper. … Will you kindly take your seats? … Yes, Mr. Baxter, draw up your chair … here. Now, please, we must have complete silence, and, so far as possible, silence of thought.”