"I know what to do," she said, looking at me. "I have seen him in this state before. He is not a charlatan, Dr. Pinsent, at least when he is like this. Presently you will see. He will astonish you, I think."
"I wish you'd ask him where the lost key of my saratoga is, May," whispered Weldon.
Navarro answered the question instantly, and in his natural reverberating baritone.
"It is lying on the top of the canopy of your bed in your bedroom in Jermyn Street."
"By Gad!" cried Weldon. "That's where it is as sure as I stand here. I tossed it up there a month ago and more—and forgot all about it."
"Hush!" said Miss Ottley. "Think of Dr. Belleville, Frankfort, please."
Weldon frowned. "You might have chosen a pleasanter topic," he muttered.
"Hush!" said the girl again.
A moment later she bent over the medium. "Speak!" she commanded. "Tell us what you see!"