“Certainly. A very deep and satisfactory trance. There is nothing to be frightened of, Mr. Baxter. It is an unusual gift, that is all. I have seldom seen a more satisfactory instance. May I ask you a question or two, sir?”
Laurie nodded vaguely. He was still trying hopelessly to take in what had been said.
“You nearly passed into trance a little earlier. May I ask whether you heard or saw anything that recalled you?”
Laurie shut his eyes tight in an effort to think. He felt dimly rather proud of himself.
“It was quite short. Then you came back and looked at Lady Laura. Try to remember.”
“I remember thinking I had heard a sound.”
The medium nodded.
“Just so,” he said.
“That would be the third,” said Lady Laura, nodding sagely.
“Third what?” said Laurie rather rudely.
No one paid any attention to him.
“Now can you give any account of the last hour and a half?” continued the medium tranquilly.
Laurie considered again. He was still a little confused.
“I remember thinking about the streets,” he said, “and then of my own home, and then …” He stopped.
“Yes; and then?”