"Now, Walter, old fellow, I don't want you to be offended
with me, but really I can work better if you don't constantly
remind me of such things as eating and sleeping. Say, do you want
to help me--really?"
"Certainly. I am as interested in the case as you are, but I
can't make heads or tails of it," I replied.
"Then, I wish you would look up Mrs. Popper to-night and have a
private seance with her. What I want you to do particularly is to
get a good idea of the looks of the room in which she is
accustomed to work. I'm going to duplicate it here in my
laboratory as nearly as possible. Then I want you to arrange with
her for a private 'circle' here to-morrow night. Tell her it is
with a few professors at the university who are interested in
psychical research and that Mr. Vandam will be present. I'd
rather have her come willingly than to force her to come.
Incidentally watch that manager of hers, Farrington. By all means
he must accompany her."
That evening I dropped casually in on Mrs. Popper. She was a
woman of great brilliance and delicacy, both in her physical and
mental perceptions, of exceptional vivacity and cleverness. She
must have studied me more closely than I was aware of, for I
believe she relied on diverting my attention whenever she desired
to produce one of her really wonderful results.
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