"Are you still there, Peter?" asked his father, who was not at all pleased with the presence of Shelby. It seemed to interfere with the continuous talk he had hitherto enjoyed at the séances.
"Can't you see me, Peter?"
"Not—not clearly. There's a haze in the room."
There was no haze visible to the mortals present, but Shelby went eagerly on.
"Never mind seeing me, Peter, but do tell me this: What happened to you?"
"When?" asked the voice, with a far-away, fading sound.
"When—when you died, you know. Oh, Peter, don't go away until you tell us!"
"Tell you—tell you—what?"
"What killed you? How was it? Did you fall down?"'