Moïse. “In which hand? With or without cap?”
Spook. “Left. Without cap.”
(Moïse removed his balaclava—an English-made one, no doubt stolen from one of our parcels.)
Moïse. “I have put it on my head” (holding it there).
Spook. “This is the letter you found, remember.”
Moïse (after a pause, during which the glass moved violently in circles and the mediums grew more and more exhausted). “May I take it off now?”
Spook. “Yes.”
Moïse. “May I open it?”
Spook. “Have you promised to obey?”
Moïse. “We all promised whatever we can to obey it.”