“Say, Bones, what was the noise? How did you work it?”
“I didn’t—it worked itself. A most inhuman loaf!” I told him about it, and we laughed together, and discussed the séance.
“I wonder what was in those questions he was so excited about?” I said at last.
Hill grinned at me.
“Read ‘em for yourself,” said he, handing me a slip of paper.
“How the dickens did you know he had ‘em?” I gasped.
“Saw him fidgetin‘ with a bit of paper early in the evening—picked his pocket when I got the chance. Read it!”
This is what I read as soon as I recovered from my surprise:
“Répondez-moi si vous voulez par la même voie miraculeuse que la lettre écrite sur ma tête. Les questions que j’ai vous poser et dont je suis anxieux d’avoir les réponses sont les suivants:
“1o. La difficulté que j’ai eu avec A——[[24]] à propos de sa femme mercredi matin dernier en êtes vous la cause?