is it, Bogey? Speak upâweâre all attention!â
The finger-tips came down on the planchette again. Joannaâs trembled slightly, but the movement gave no impetus to the board. It was not until the tremor died that motion began. There was a jerk, a smooth rhythm, another jerk, and so on while the paper lasted.
Sarah found herself watching with strained attention. And yet it was all nonsenseâit must be all nonsense. She didnât believe a word of it. Joannaâs mind was running on her smuggler. She wouldnât consciously cheat, but somehow these words which called up pictures of a dark beachâa landing in the fogâsomehow these were transmitted to the paper. She didnât know how it was done. She only knew that it must be something like that. Anything else was ludicrousâout of all bounds of possibility.
Morgan pulled his hands away. There was still that effect of a recoil. He read again:
ââ Fog â dark ââ A bit of a harper, isnât me?⦠â Emily â where is it âââ
Sarahâs heart knocked so hard against her side that it frightened her. Emily âit wasnât possible. She leaned back and felt the hair damp against her temples. There was an icy chill somewhere. Was it in the room, or in the empty places of thought? She didnât know. She heard Morgan say, âGetting a bit mixed, arenât you, Bogey? Whoâs Emily? And whatâs the betting the last thing ought to read, âWhere is sheââ? âEmilyâwhere is itââ donât make sense to me. âLetâs have another go and see what we get this time.â
Joanna put up a hand to her light, floating hair.
âI donât knowââ she said in an uncertain voice. âIâm tired. Heâs not coming through very well.â
âJealous because heâs got a lady friend! Thatâs itâisnât it, Miss Sarah?â His eyes ran over her with a sly smile in them. Then he turned back to the board. âCome on, old dearâopen your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Bogeyâll send you.â
Joannaâs fingers shook a little as she placed them on the board. Then, as before, her face took on its blank look. Morgan leaned forward, laughing.
âCome onâget a move on! Jibbing, are you? Wait till you hear me crack my whip! Off with you! Yoicks! Tally ho!â
The board did not move. Sarah felt her pulses steadying. Actually, a little surprise crept upon her. The board had moved so immediately and so freely that she found she was expecting it to move again, to go on moving. Now it did not move at all. It was as dead as a telephone with a cut wire. It was as dead as Emily Case. The sweat came to her temples again. What a horrible thought to have! She heard Morgan Cattermole exclaim impatiently,
âWell, Iâm not going to sit here all night waiting for your darned smuggler, old girl. Letâs have out the cards and rook Miss Sarah at cut-throat.â
CHAPTER VII
Morgan Cattermole was gathering up the cards for his second deal, when the telephone bell rang. Though there was only one fixtureâin Wilsonâs studyâthough a bell rang on every floor.
Sarah pushed back her chair.
âHi! Whatâs wrong with the servants answering it?â said Morgan. âOr let the darned thing ringâten to one itâll be some of Wilsonâs clap-trap, and no loss to him or anyone elseâeh, Jo? Whatâs the odds itâs some nobody from nowhere ringing up to tell our eminent brother that thereâs a spook walking in his back garden, and will he please come along and interview it?â
Sarah had reached the door. She looked over her shoulder and said,
âI am afraid that is why I must go. You see, it happens to be my job.â
She ran downstairs to the study and picked up the receiver. A voice she did not know said,
âIs that Miss
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