"So I suppose," said the other dryly. "I imagine you do not believe in
spiritualism at all--I mean that you think that the whole thing is
fraud or hysteria?"
"Yes, I do," said Maggie bravely.
He nodded once or twice.
"So do most sensible people. Well, Miss Deronnais, I have come to warn
you. I did not write, because it was impossible to know what to say
until I had seen you and heard your answer to that question. At the
same time, I wanted to lose no time. Anything may happen now at any
moment.... I wanted to tell you this: that I am at your service now
altogether. When--" he stopped; then he began again, "If you hear no
further news for the present, may I ask when you expect to see Mr.
Baxter again?"
"In Easter week."
"That is a fortnight off.... Do you think you could persuade him to
come down here next week instead? I should like you to see him for
yourself: or even sooner."
She was still hopelessly confused with these apparent alternations.
She still wondered whether Mr. Cathcart were as mad as he seemed. They
turned, as the village came in sight ahead, up the hill.
"Next week? I could try," she said mechanically. "But I don't
understand--"
He held up a gloved hand.
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