“A nice lot to be going to sit under Caesar Sturm,” sighed Clara despondently, “and I told him that, though some of those present would not be actual believers, still they would be favourably inclined that way.”
“Well, whatever happens,” I said, “they won't be rude to him, if only for your sake.”
“I'm not so sure about that,” she frowned! “You don't know Navy people and it's old Admiral Peacock that I'm most afraid of. He swears dreadfully at times. He's only a grown-up child in some ways and if he doesn't hear anything about that previous butler who stole his silver spoons, it's quite likely he may start swearing at Mr. Sturm. Those sailor people are so blunt and forthright in what they say.”
“But don't worry,” I laughed. “They'll all be so full up with champagne when the séance starts
