"Friday--worse
luck."
Laurie was conscious of a touch of interest. This man was a Catholic,
then, he supposed.
"Oh, by the way," said Mr. Morton, "have you--er--" and he indicated
Laurie. "No...? Baxter, let me introduce Mr. Cathcart."
For a moment the name meant nothing to Laurie; then he remembered; but
his rising suspicions were quelled instantly by his friend's next
remark.
"By the way, Cathcart, we were talking of you a week or two ago."
"Indeed! I am flattered," said the old man perkily. Yes, "perky" was
the word, thought Laurie.
"Mr. Baxter here is interested in Spiritualism--rump steak, waiter,
and pint of bitter--and I told him you were the man for him."
Laurie interiorly drew in his horns.
"A--er--an experimenter?" asked the old man, with courteous interest,
his eyes giving a quick gleam beneath his glasses.
"A little."
"Yes. Most dangerous--most dangerous.... And any success, Mr.
Baxter?"
Laurie felt his annoyance deepen.
"Very considerable success," he said shortly.
"Ah, yes--you must forgive me, sir; but I have had a good deal of
experience, and I must say--You are a Catholic, I see," he said,
interrupting himself. "Or a High Churchman.
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