“False claim,” suggested Father Dormer.
“That’s it,” cried Trix, immensely delighted. “How clever of you to have thought of it. Only I’m not sure if it’s the bodies are a false claim, or the aches attached to the bodies. Perhaps it’s both.”
“I thought that was the New Thought Idea,” said Pia.
Trix shook her head. “Oh no, the New Thought people think a lot about one’s body. They give us lots of bodies.”
“Really?” queried Doctor Hilary doubtfully.
“Oh yes,” responded Trix. “I once went to one of their lectures.”
“My dear Trix!” ejaculated Miss Tibbutt flustered.
“It was quite an accident,” said Trix reassuringly. “A friend of mine, Sybil Martin, was coming up to town and wanted me to meet her. She suggested I should meet her at Paddington, and then go to a lecture on psychometry with her, and tea afterwards. I hadn’t the faintest notion what psychometry was, but I supposed it might be first cousin to trigonometry, and quite as dull. But she wanted me, so I went. It was funny,” gurgled Trix.
Doctor Hilary was watching her.
“You’d better disburden your mind,” he said.