It was evidently an oversight, for the medium's hand erased the offending title.
"When did Sir Joseph die?" I ventured to ask.
"That I cannot tell you," replied his late correspondent. "I have heard nothing from him for several months. When he last wrote, he was suffering under a severe influenza which must have terminated fatally. But why not ask him the question?"
"That is just my purpose.—Sir Joseph Barley, can you give me the date of your death?"
"It is hard for spirits to give numbers," said Mr. Stellato.
"It is sometimes done by tips," quoth Miss Turligood.
I pressed the demand, and, after much cajoling and counting, a certain day of March was fixed upon.
"Can you give me the place?"
I was instructed to call over the names of such foreign cities as I might remember, and assured that Sir Joseph would tip at the right one.
It turned out to be "London."