"What business?"
"Well—thinking you saw her—All right, seeing her, if you like."
The boy shook his head.
"No. Vincent's away in Ireland. We've been going on other lines."
"Tell me; I swear I won't laugh."
"All right; I don't care if you do.... Well, automatic handwriting."
"What's that?"
Laurie hesitated.
"Well, I go into trance, you see, and—"
"Good Lord, what next?"