“These powers are given to some of us, sir, for the consolation of humanity and for a proof of immortality. They were never meant for worldly use. Trouble always comes of such use, trouble to the medium and trouble to the client. I will not go into the matter.”
“Money’s no object,” said the man, drawing a wallet from his inner pocket.
“No, sir, nor to me. I am poor, but I have never ill-used my gift.”
“A fat lot of use the gift is, then!” said the visitor, rising from his chair. “I can get all the rest from the parsons who are licensed, and you are not. There is your guinea, but I have not had the worth of it.”
“I am sorry, sir, but I cannot break a rule. There is a lady beside you—near your left shoulder—an elderly lady....”
“Tut! tut!” said the financier, turning towards the door.
“She wears a large gold locket with an emerald cross upon her breast.”
The man stopped, turned and stared.
“Where did you pick that up?”
“I see it before me now.”