“No, sir, I did not. And as a result he assures us that we will get nothing to-day.”
“He says so because your manner has disturbed him. You must treat him more gently.”
Challenger’s expression did not promise any amendment. His eyes fell upon Mrs. Linden.
“I understand that this person is the medium’s wife. She should also be searched.”
“That is a matter of course,” said the Scotsman Ogilvy. “My wife and your daughter will take her out. But I beg you, Professor Challenger, to be as harmonious as you can, and to remember that we are all as interested in the results as you are, so that the whole company will suffer if you should disturb the conditions.”
Mr. Bolsover, the grocer, rose with as much dignity as if he were presiding at his favourite temple.
“I move,” said he, “that Professor Challenger be searched.”
Challenger’s beard bristled with anger.
“Search me! What do you mean, sir?”
Bolsover was not to be intimidated.