"Be careful," she warned. "They know your every thought and they may resent your attitude."
"Well, let them! What do I care? Suppose, for argument's sake, that these Voices do come from my father and my grandfather. What do they know of this great city? They were country folks. How can they direct me in what I am to do?"
"They know a great deal better than any of us."
"But how can they?"
"Because they are free from the limitations of the flesh."
"I don't see how that is going to help them. Their minds are just the same as they were, aren't they?"
"Indeed no! We grow inconceivably in knowledge and power to discern the moment we drop the flesh."
"I don't see why? If they are existing they're in a world so different from this that their experience here won't help them over there, and their experience over there is of no value to us here, and even if it were, they could not express it."
During their talk the night had deepened into darkness, and now, as they reached a pause in their discussion, a measured rapping could be heard, as though some one were striking with a small wand upon the brass rod of the bed.
Without knowing exactly why, a thrill very like fear passed over Victor, but Mrs. Joyce smiled. "They are here! Don't you hear them? They want to communicate with us."