"Is it very foolish?" he asked indulgently.
"Imbecile to the verge of asininity.... Do you believe in spiritualism?"
"No."
"What a flat and flattening negative. But I'm not to be flattened. If you don't believe in it, there couldn't be any harm in carrying out my silly little scheme."
"Which is?"
"I'm going to want to know about Pat. If I don't, I'll worry."
"About Pat?" he queried, not comprehending. "But, as she's away at school I'll be no more in touch with her than you."
"I'm talking about afterwards."
"Afterwards?"
"Yes. After I'm dead. What makes you so slow, Bob? I want you to write me."