"I don't quite know what you mean by saying that.

Of course I don't believe you saw the--the figures you described so clearly.

But I realized that in some queer way you must have got hold of _the memory_ of your victims.

Lionel admits that you did so in his case." "Does he indeed ?" Bubbles spoke with sharp sarcasm.
There rose before her a vision of her host's pale, startled face.

In some ways he had been the most inwardly perturbed of her last night's sitters, and she, the medium, had been well aware of it.
"I wonder," she said suddenly and inconsequently, "if Lionel has some enemy--I mean a woman--in his life, of whom his friends know nothing ?" Blanche looked dubiously at the girl.