"
"I am a Catholic," said Laurie.
"So'm I. But I gave up spiritualism as soon as I became one. Very
interesting experiences, too; but--well, I value my soul too much, Mr.
Baxter."
Mr. Morton put a large piece of potato into his mouth with a detached
air.
It was really rather trying, thought Laurie, to be catechized in this
way; so he determined to show superiority.
"And you think it all superstition and nonsense?" he asked.
"Indeed, no," said the old man shortly.
Laurie pushed his plate on one side, and drew the cheese towards him.
This was a little more interesting, he thought, but he was still far
from feeling communicative.
"What then?" he asked.
"Oh, very real indeed," said the old man. "That is just the danger."
"The danger?"
"Yes, Mr. Baxter. Of course there's plenty of fraud and trickery; we
all know that. But it's the part that's not fraud that's--May I ask
what medium you go to?"
"I know Mr. Vincent. And I've been to some public _seances_, too."
The old man looked at him with sudden interest, but said nothing.
"You think he's not honest?" said Laurie, with cool offensiveness.
"Oh, yes; he's perfectly honest," said the other deliberately.
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