“Yes. He is dead to your life.”
“You mean Farrow of P——? Not his brother? Or his son?”
“Yes, P——. It is true. You will hear soon. Cass must go there.”
I telephoned to Cass, saying nothing of this experience, and found him in good spirits, proving that he had not heard of Mr. Farrow’s death. Returning to the pencil, I told Mary K. I did not believe the information was correct.
“Yes, he is dead. A telegram on the way to Cass. He will receive it soon. Before one o’clock.”
Some time later, having heard nothing from Cass, I told Mary K. again that there had been a mistake.
“No, it is true. Mr. Farrow of P—— is here with us. Cass will know in a few minutes. He will telephone.”
I warned her then that my faith in her veracity was at stake, and that while I could not doubt that Frederick, Mary Kendal, Maynard Holt, and others, had communicated through me, I could not take the responsibility of publishing anything she had told me unless I could trust her in all things, adding: “If this is not true how can I be sure that any of it is?”
“Mary K. It is true. Don’t doubt.”