“Got it in the queerest way, too,” Bobsy went on, as he fished for his notebooks in the pocket of the overcoat he had laid off. “Do you believe in mejums, Cap?”
“Not so’s you’d notice it. Spill your yarn.”
“Well, to begin at the beginning of this chapter of it, Mrs. Stannard engaged a clairvoyant lady to see visions.”
“Spooks?”
“Not exactly that, but to—well, to reconstruct the murder scene,—mentally, you know,—and see who did the stabbing. And by Jove, she told us!”
“Come now, Bobsy, I’ll stand for a good deal from you——”
“Now, hold on, she didn’t know she told——”
“What! Didn’t know what she told——”
“If you could listen without butting in every minute, I’d give you the whole story.”
“I’ll try,” and Captain Steele folded his hands and listened without a word while Bobsy told him every detail of the Orienta revelation.