Through the center ran a pencil
perpendicularly of which the point just touched the tablecloth on
which the thing rested. Laurie looked at it, and glanced up.
"Yes, that's Planchette," said the medium.
"For ... for automatic writing?"
The other nodded.
"Yes," he said. "The experimenter puts his fingers lightly upon that,
and there's a sheet of paper beneath. That is all."
Laurie looked at him, half curiously. Then with a sudden movement he
stood up.
"Yes," he said. "Thank you. But--"
"Please sit down, Mr. Baxter.... I know you haven't come about that
kind of thing. Will you kindly tell me what you have come about?"
He, too, sat down, and, without looking at the other, began slowly to
fill his pipe again, with his strong capable fingers. Laurie stared at
the process, unseeing.
"Just tell me simply," said the medium again, still without looking at
him.
Laurie threw himself back.
"Well, I will," he said. "I know it's absurdly childish; but I'm a
little frightened. It's about a dream."
"That's not necessarily childish."
"It's a dream I had tonight--in my chair after dinner."
"Well?"
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Then Laurie began.
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