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?"
"Then of a certain private matter."
"Ah! We must not pry then. But can you answer one question more? Was
it connected with any person who has crossed over?"
"It was," said Laurie shortly.
"Just so," said the medium.
Laurie felt suspicious.
"Why do you ask that?" he said.
Mr. Vincent looked at him steadily.
"I think I had better tell you, Mr. Baxter; it is more straightforward,
though you will not like it. You will be surprised to hear that you
talked very considerably during this hour and a half; and from all that
you said I should suppose you were controlled by a spirit recently
crossed over--a young girl who on being questioned gave the name of Amy
Nugent--"
Laurie sprang to his feet, furious.
"You have been spying, sir. How dare you--"
"Sit down, Mr. Baxter, or you shall not hear a word more," rang out
the imperious, unruffled voice. "Sit down this instant."
Laurie shot a look at the two ladies. Then he remembered himself. He
sat down.
"I am not at all angry, Mr. Baxter," came the voice, suave and kindly
again.
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