" Do they remind you of any dear ones of yours who have passed over ? "
"NŚno," said the stout lady, still gazing with frowning concentration at the Outlaws. "NŚno. Not strongly. My father had a brother that died when he was a boy. One of them may be him."
" Does any of them remind you of your father ? '
" Not strongly," said the stout lady. " He was supposed to have been a beautiful child and these are all very plain."
" Surely, dear," said the hostess reproachfully, " surely they have a sort of spiritual beauty."
" N Śno, T don't think they have," said the stout lady.
" Toto isn't with them, is he ? " said Toto's mistress anxiously.
" No," replied the seer, " I don't see Toto anywhere. Just the four boys."
" No. . . . I'm sure," said Toto's mistress in a quivering voice, " that if Toto had passed over it would be to me he'd have paid a spirit visit. He was always my little friend and comrade, you know. Always." The voice broke upon a high note.
"I'm so glad that we've got someone with psychic vision," said the hostess complacently. " Mrs. Merton interprets dreams marvellously and Mrs. Barmer has a wonderful gift for trimming hats and Mrs. Franklin recites likeŚlike Shakespeare himself, but I've always thought that we needed someone with psychic vision to make our little circle complete. . . . Can you still see them ? " she said to the stout lady.
The stout lady's gaze was still fixed upon the Outlaws, who returned it, rooted in horror to the spots on which they stood.
" Yes," said the stout lady, " I can still see them."
" Do they seem to grow fainter or plainer," said the hostess with interest. " I'd go to get a note-book but I'm afraid that if I moved it might disturb theŚthe waves, you know, and they'd vanish."