DR. MACPHERSON. It's difficult to explain. I mean a human organism so constituted that it can be informed or controlled by those who—er— have—[With a gesture.] crossed over.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. I think I'll put the boy to bed, Doctor.
DR. MACPHERSON. Just a moment, Mistress Batholommey. I'm here to find out what ails William. William, what makes you think that Mr. Grimm is in this room?
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. I wouldn't have the child encouraged in such ideas,
Catherine. I—
DR. MACPHERSON. Sh! Please, please. [Taking the boy on his knee.] What makes you think Peter Grimm is in this room?
WILLIAM. [Hesitating.] … The things he said to me.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. Said to you?
CATHERINE. [Wonderingly.] William, … are you sure he …
DR. MACPHERSON. Said to you, eh? [WILLIAM nods assent.] Old Mr. Grimm?
[WILLIAM nods.] Sure of that, William?
WILLIAM. Oh. yes, sir.