“Won’t it be something of an intellectual strain?”
“Yes, it will. But it will be fun, too, a little, and it will help the thing to go off. What do you think?”
“I think it’s fine. Are you going to give it out, so that they can be studying up their questions?”
“No, their questions have got to be impromptu. Or, at least, the first one has. Of course, after the scheme has once been given away, the ghost-seers will be more or less prepared, and the ghost will have to stand it.”
“I think it’s great. Are you going to let me have a chance with a question?”
“Are you going to see a ghost?”
“To be sure I am. May I really ask it what I please?”
“If you’re honest.”
“Oh, I shall be honest—”
He stopped breathlessly, but she did not seem called upon to supply any meaning for his abruptness. “I’m awfully glad you like the idea,” she said, “I have had to think the whole thing out for myself, and I haven’t been quite certain that the question-asking wasn’t rather silly, or, at least, sillier than the rest. Thank you so much, Mr. Verrian.”