There was a long silence in the darkened room while Seraphine prayed.
“You know very well that Dr. Leroy can drive you out,” she said presently.
“He can't do it. Let him try. Nobody can drive me out. Besides, you won't get Dr. Leroy.”
“Why not?”
“This other doctor won't have him.”
“Dr. Owen?”
“Yes. I know damned well how to fix him. I'll tell him some things that will make him sit up and take notice.”
“How do you mean you will fix him?”
“Never mind. You'll see. If I can't have Herrick, Penelope is never going to have him.”
The medium closed her eyes and seemed to listen. “You mean Penelope will never have him because of something you are going to tell Dr. Owen—something about—about chemistry?” she groped for the word.