M. F. A. L.—How do you read it? By looking over my shoulder?
Table again called for alphabet and spelt:—
SENSE IT.
M. F. A. L.—Shall you ever be able to write through my hand do you think?
(Silence.)
M. F. A. L.—Well, anyhow, you would like me to try?
Yes.
O. J. L.—Raymond, have you plenty to do over there?
Loud "Yes."
O. J. L.—Well, look here, I am going to give another name away.