"
She looked at him puzzled. She had no idea what he meant.
"If that child wasn't the child of sensible people, he'd have become
famous--he'd be what silly people call a medium."
"Would he?" she said. "Do you mean that he can turn tables and do that
sort of thing?"
The doctor shook his head. "What I mean is that in some way as yet
unexplained by science, he can create simulacra of what people are
thinking about, or of what may simply be hidden far away in the recesses
of their memory. In a sort of way Timmy Tosswill can make things seem to
appear which, as a matter of fact, are not there. But how he does it?
Well, I can't tell you _that_."
Enid Crofton stared at Dr. O'Farrell. It was as if he were speaking to
her in a foreign language, and yet his words made her feel vaguely
apprehensive. Surely Timmy could not divine the hidden thoughts of the
people about him? She grew hot with dismay at the idea.
The doctor bent forward, and looked at her keenly: "I should like to ask
you another question, Mrs. Crofton. Have you in your past life ever had
some very painful association with a dog--I mean any very peculiar
experience with a terrier?"
The colour receded from her face.
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