“It makes me think of Sludge the Medium,” she said.
He made no answer.
She glanced at him suddenly. “Have you read Sludge the Medium?”
“Eigh?” he said, coming back out of infinity. “What? I beg your pardon. Sludge, the Medium? I thought his name was—it was—Chaffery.”
He looked at her, clearly very anxious upon this question of fact.
“But I mean Browning’s ‘Sludge.’ You know the poem.”
“No—I’m afraid I don’t,” said Lewisham.
“I must lend it to you,” she said. “It’s splendid. It goes to the very bottom of this business.”
“Does it?”
“It never occurred to me before. But I see the point clearly now. If people, poor people, are offered money if phenomena happen, it’s too much. They are bound to cheat. It’s bribery—immorality!”