“You’ll have to trust us,” declared the two ladies, in self-defence.
“All right,” said Eva. “We’ve finished dinner. Let’s have some table-turning.”
“We must all promise not to cheat,” said Mrs. Rantzow. “I can see that my husband will be ... antipathetic. But Ida ... a great medium.”
They rose.
“Must we have the lights out?” asked Eva.
“No,” said Mrs. Doorn de Bruijn.
“An ordinary gipsy-table?”
“A three-legged wooden table.”
“The eight of us?”
“No, we must begin by choosing: for instance, yourself, Eva, Ida, Van Helderen, and Mrs. Rantzow. The doctor’s antipathetic; so is Eldersma. De Bruijn and I will relieve you.”