"What—I could have sworn I—" She turned to me pleadingly. "What is it? Am I going screwy or is there somebody sitting in that chair?"
"Horatio," I said. "Exert a little willpower and show yourself."
"All right, Mr. Flannigan," Horatio's voice from the chair answered.
Mystiffio moved nervously toward the door.
"I don't believe it," he said. His broad dark face was an unhappy mixture of fear and surprise.
"Well, I'll be darned!" Alice cried. She was staring at the chair, or rather at Horatio, who had suddenly become visible.
made the introductions quickly.
"Now that's enough, Horatio," I said. "You can turn yourself off again. I don't want you to wear out."