“All right, I think I can remember it now! Je suis, tu es, il est, nous sommes, vous êtes, ils ont.”
Moïse stared at me open-mouthed. He was a little shaken.
“Yes,” he said. “That’s right, except the third plural. But do you know you’ve been in a trance?”
“Has he?” said Hill. “I never noticed.”
“And in your trance,” Moïse went on, “you spoke French—well, fluently, with argot in it!”
“You don’t say so! What did I say?”
“You abused me for saying ‘mon Dieu!’”
“Nothing else?”
“No,” Moïse lied. “Nothing else. But surely that is wonderful enough? Oliver Lodge says it is practically unknown for mediums to speak in a tongue they don’t know. You’ve beaten Lodge.”
“But you’ve been teaching us French,” I expostulated.