"Who's Clytie? Would that be the gray-haired lady?"
"What about Clytie?" He was instantly aroused.
"It don't seem to me like she's in the spirit, exactly. She's on the material plane. Let's see if I can get it more definite. Oh, Grace says she's your daughter."
"That's true."
"What do you think of that? I get it very plain now. Grace says she's watching over Clytie and will help her all she can."
"Can't she tell me anything more?"
The medium became normal. "No, I guess that's about all I can do for you to-day. I think you got some good tests, specially when you consider it was the first time. When you come again I expect we can do better, and I'm sure we can find that little boy you was interested in."
Mr. Payson rose and stood before her, sedate, dignified, and said, in his impressive platform-manner:
"I don't mind saying that I consider this very remarkable, Madam Spoll, very remarkable. I shall certainly call again sometime next week. I am much interested. Now, what is the charge, please?"
"Oh, we'll only call this three dollars. My price is generally five, but I'm sort of interested in your case and I want you to be perfectly satisfied. You can just ring me up any time and make an appointment with me."