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Then it developed that the Florabel seeking to communicate was not Miss Tidditt, but another, a relative so long gone that Tamson had forgotten she ever existed. At length she was brought to the point of admitting that it seemed as if she had heard of a cousin of her grandmother's named Florabel or Annabel or something.
"Now, now, now, Tamson," remonstrated Miss Beebe. "You mustn't talk so. Course you believe it if the control says so." "I don't neither. Florabel Tidditt ain't dead. She's as well as I be. I had a letter from her yesterday." There was considerable agitation for a few minutes.
Captain Hallett had been very quiet, particularly since the Florabel message was tangled in transit. Martha could see his shaggy head in silhouette against the dim light of the lamp and had noticed that that head scarcely moved. The light keeper seemed to be watching the medium very intently. Now he spoke. "Yes?" he said, as if awakened from sleep. "Yes, here I am. What is it?"
"Namee seem likee likee Flora Flora somethin'," announced the control. The circle rustled in anticipation while Tamson ransacked her memory. "Flora?" she repeated. "Flora?" "Yes yes. Flora ah ah somethin'. Somethin' soundee likee somethin' you ring." "Somethin' I RING. Why, all a body rings is a bell. Hey? My heavens above, you don't mean Florabel? That ain't the name, is it Florabel?"
"Yes yes yes yes." Little Cherry Blossom was eagerly certain that that was the name. "Mercy on us! Florabel? You don't mean you've got a message from my niece Florabel Tidditt, do you?" "Yes yes yes oh, yes!" The control was just as certain that niece Florabel was on the wire. "I don't believe a word of it." This unusual manner of receiving a message shocked the devout. A murmur of protest arose.
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