“Morning, Bones. I wanted to see you. Little and I and a few more have been talking over those last séances. Would you object very much to one more test?”
“I thought you were all satisfied,” I said. “Tests are a nuisance. I don’t want to waste more time over them.”
“Doc. said the same,” said Alec. “But he has agreed, if you are willing. I’m pretty well satisfied myself already, but if we come through this, it will clinch it.”
“What’s the test?” I asked.
“We’d rather not tell you,” said Alec, “and we haven’t told Doc. either.”
“Right-o,” I replied. “Let’s go and join the Majors. They’re watching the ducks in the lane.”
Matthews declined the proffered entertainment. Instead, he went off to Little “to get things ready” for the test. I spent an unhappy day wondering what on earth the test could be that required so much preparation. In the evening a rather larger number than usual gathered round the spook-board. Doc. and I sat down in our usual places.
“Do you want us blindfolded?” I asked, tendering a handkerchief.
“Not at all,” said Alec. “I don’t believe sight comes into it, anyway. Even if it did, it would not be of any use to-night.”
“It might be more satisfactory, though it is beastly uncomfortable,” I suggested.