(K. K. then thanked the speaker for his help.) Who could help better than me? ... long ago I was killed. Who could help better? (Then there was an interval, and evident change of control. And speech very indistinct at first.) I want to come. Call Mother to help me. Because you know. You understand. It wasn't so bad. Not so bad. I knew you knew the possibility of communicating, so when I went out as I did, I was in a better condition than others on the other side. We had often talked about this subject, father understanding it as he did; and now, coming into touch with his strength, makes it easy. (Medium here reached out across the table to A. and grasped his right hand, so that the notes were temporarily interrupted. The medium's arms were now both stretched out across the table, with his head down on them, and he held A.'s hand in both his. All this time he spoke with great emotion: the medium was shaken with sobs; his head and neck were suffused with blood; the whole circumstances were strained, and strongly emotional; and the voice was extraordinarily like Raymond's. A., too, felt that his hands were being gripped in a grasp just like Raymond's. This was the central part of the sitting; and for the time no notes could be taken, even by Mrs. Kennedy. But after a bit the hand was released, the strain rather lightened, and notes continue which run thus:--) [A. M. L. says, "In time the interval was brief," but it was surcharged with emotion, strongly felt by all present.] But no, wait. Because they tell me. I am not ashamed. I am glad. I tell you, I would do it again. I realise things differently to what one saw here. And oh, thank God, I can speak! But ... The boys help me. You don't know what he has done. Who could help? But I must keep quiet, I promised them to keep calm. The time is so short. Tell father that I am happy. That I am happy that he has not come. If he had come here, I couldn't have spoken. I find it difficult to express what I want. Every time I come back it is easier. The only thing that was hard was just before. The 15th, do you understand? And the 12th. [We do not clearly understand these dates.] But every time I come it is better. Grandmamma helped or I couldn't. Now I must go. ... broken ... But I have done it, thank God! (Then this special control ended; while the medium murmured, as to himself, first the word 'John,' and then the word 'God.' Then the strain was relieved by a new control, understood to be 'Biddy.') Surely it's meself that has come to speak. Here's another mother. I am helping the boy. I said to him to come out. (To A. M. L.) Just you go and do your work. When the boy comes as he did, it upsets the body. I come to help to soothe the nerves of the medium. It is a privilege to help. I am an old Irishwoman.