Now if he found St. Florentin and if you are the Carew who was to be there, and if you were there, you know all this and more, perhaps. I heard nothing more until this afternoon, when again sitting with Mrs. Brand—I've had a couple of sittings between when nothing at all occurred in regard to this—Philip Carew once more was present and wished to speak. Perhaps because it was earlier in the sitting and the medium was not tired, I received several perfectly clear and coherent messages. What I had done in regard to Barney Loutrelle was wrong. When I asked how wrong, I received the reply, "Not so much wrong as incomplete."
I then asked what I should do to make it complete; and I got the reply:
"It is no use, really, at all. Earlier it seemed so; but not now. It is no use without Quinlan."
This name was repeated clearly so many times that I feel certain I have it right, though names are often most confused and difficult to obtain correctly. "Quinlan knows," the control said again and again. "She must see him first."
When I asked for Quinlan's whole name and address and who "she" was, I got the reply, somewhat impatiently, "James, of course; James Quinlan, Chicago." And he said that "she" was Ethel Carew and requested me to write her at once all about it. I will quote this verbatim since, though it was meaningless to me, it was clearly most important:
"See Quinlan and tell him not only I but Robert, who is here beside me, says to do it. That is the only way, and he will be happy when it is over. It must be done. Tell him the cost there is nothing."
Then I received, quite clearly, your address as I have written it upon this envelope, and the sitting ended.
It seemed my duty to write this to you. Of course
