"But that was your fault. I went as high as you told me."
"No, you didn't, Clavvy; not if you remember. But the fact is, I don't suppose you could go high enough. I shouldn't be surprised if such a woman as that wanted—thousands! I shouldn't indeed. I shall never forget the way in which she swore at me;—and how she abused me about my family. I think she must have had some special reason for disliking Warwickshire, she said such awful hard things about it."
"How did she know that you came from Warwickshire?"
"She did know it. If I tell you something don't you say anything about it. I have an idea about her."
"What is it?"
"I didn't mention it before, because I don't talk much of those sort of things. I don't pretend to understand them, and it is better to leave them alone."
"But what do you mean?"
Doodles looked very solemn as he answered. "I think she's a medium—or a media, or whatever it ought to be called."
"What! one of those spirit-rapping people?" And Archie's hair almost stood on end as he asked the question.
"They don't rap now,—not the best of them, that is. That was the old way, and seems to have been given up."