Laurie changed his attitude. He uncrossed his feet and sat up a little.
"Oh! pray if you want to," said the medium. "But you must remember, Mr. Baxter, that you are quite an exceptional person. I assure you that you have no conception of your own powers. I must say that I hope you will take the strong line." He paused. "These séances, for instance. Now that you know a little more of the dangers, are you going to turn back?"
His overhung kindly eyes looked out keenly for an instant at the boy's restless face.
"I don't know," said Laurie; "I must think...."
He got up.
"Look here, Mr. Vincent," he said, "it seems to me you're extraordinarily--er--extraordinarily plausible. But I'm even now not quite sure whether I'm not going mad. It's like a perfectly mad dream--all these things one on the top of the other."
He paused, looking sharply at the elder man, and away again.
"Yes?"
Laurie began to finger a pencil that lay on the chimney-shelf.
"You see what I mean, don't you?" he said. "I'm not disputing--er--your point of view, nor your sincerity. But I do wish you would give me another proof or two."
"You haven't had enough?"
"Oh! I suppose I have--if I were reasonable. But, you know, it all seems to me as if you suddenly demonstrated to me that twice two made five."
"But then, surely no proof--"
"Yes; I know. I quite see that. Yet I want one--something quite absolutely ordinary. If you can do all these things--spirits and all the rest--can't you do something ever so much simpler, that's beyond mistake?"
"Oh, I daresay. But wouldn't you ask yet another after that?"
"I don't know."
"Or wouldn't you think you'd been hypnotized?"
Laurie shook his head.
"I'm not a fool," he said.
"Then give me that pencil," said the medium, suddenly extending his hand.
Laurie stared a moment. Then he handed over the pencil.
On the little table by the arm-chair, a couple of feet from Laurie, stood the whisky apparatus and a box of cigarettes. These the medium, without moving from his chair, lifted off and set on the floor beside him, leaving the woven-grass surface of the table entirely bare. He then laid the pencil gently in the center--all without a word. Laurie watched him carefully.
"Now kindly do not speak one word or make one movement," said the man peremptorily. "Wait! You're perfectly sure you're not hypnotized, or any other nonsense?"