4
“Above at a Window”“Julia? Me.”
Over the telephone Timothy’s voice sounded older, more male and somehow more rough than when there was the rest of him present to soften the effect. “You got the message and you’re quite alone?”
“Quite. Completely by myself. What is it? What’s happened?” Julia was frightened and the medium did not help her to conceal it. “You can say anything you like. As soon as you told Mrs. Broome what you wanted she plugged the phone in up here and I think she’s sitting on the stairs in the hall keeping guard. What is it, Tim? Is it that you won’t be able to get down here tonight?”
He was silent for a moment before he said abruptly: “Where exactly are you? Where has she put you? What room?”
“Oh I’m not in that white bedchamber.” Laughter flickered briefly through
