At this seance of hers she described quite accurately long dead men and women--" "Are you sure of that, Varick ?" "Of course I am, for she described my own mother." There was a pause.
"Being a very intelligent, quick girl, she naturally helps herself out as best she can," went on Varick reflectively.
"Then you're inclined to think her thought-reading is more or less a fraud ?" cried Panton triumphantly.
"Less, rather than more, for she's convinced me that she sees into the minds of her subjects and builds up a kind of--of--" "Description ?" suggested the doctor.
"More than that--I was going to say figure.

She described, as if she saw them standing there before her, people of whom she'd never even heard--and the descriptions were absolutely exact.

But if you don't mind, Panton--" He hesitated, and the other said, "Yes, Varick ?" "Well, I'd rather you leave all that sort of thing alone, as far as Bubbles Dunster is concerned.

Both Miss Farrow and I are very anxious that she shouldn't be up to any more of her tricks while she's here.
People don't half like it, you see.

Even _I_ didn't like it." Somehow it was a comfort to Varick to talk freely about Bubbles to a stranger--Bubbles had got on his nerves.