"Oh, Kit—all right—all right, old fellow—can't say much to-night—something wrong——"
"Well, but Peter," Shelby begged, "give me some sort of a sign—a test, you know. I can't help wanting that."
"All right," very slowly, "what test."
"Let me see—well, tell me whose picture you carried in your watch case."
"Why, it was—Caroline—Caroline Harper."
Shelby looked dazed. True, they had never called Carly Caroline, but the Harper was undeniable, and the test quite near enough to the truth.
The medium sat still, save for frequent slight shivers. Suddenly she opened her eyes:
"Who is talking?" she said.
"I am," Shelby told her. "Please let me say a few more things."
Madame Parlato's eyes closed, and she was motionless.