“Wee One is our little girl guide,” said Bolsover. “You’ll hear her presently.”
“I do hope she will come,” said Enid.
“Well, she never failed us yet, except when that man Meadows clawed hold of the trumpet and put it outside the circle.”
“Who is the medium?” asked Malone.
“Well, we don’t know ourselves. We all help, I think. Maybe I give as much as anyone. And mother, she is a help.”
“Our family is a co-operative store,” said his wife, and everyone laughed.
“I thought one medium was necessary.”
“It is usual but not necessary,” said Mailey in his deep, authoritative voice. “Crawford showed that pretty clearly in the Gallagher séances when he proved, by weighing chairs, that everyone in the circle lost from half to two pounds at a sitting, though the medium, Miss Kathleen, lost as many as ten or twelve. Here the long series of sittings—— How long, Mr. Bolsover?”
“Four years unbroken.”
“The long series has developed everyone to some extent, so that there is a high average output from each, instead of an extraordinary amount from one.”