Again the table grated angrily and tapped: and the leg began to spell, “A...,” and repeated the coarse word.
“Why?” asked Mrs. Rantzow.
The table began to tap.
“Write it down, Onno!” said Eva to her husband.
Eldersma fetched a pencil and paper and wrote the message down.
Three names followed: one of a member of council, one of a departmental head, and one of a young business-man.
“When people aren’t backbiting in India, the tables begin to backbite!” said Eva.
“The spirits,” murmured Ida.
“They are generally mocking spirits,” said Mrs. Rantzow, didactically.
But the table went on tapping.