Lionel wrote to Mrs. Leonard at her old address in Warwick Avenue, for I had forgotten that she had moved, and I had not told him her new address. He wrote on plain paper from Westminster without signing it, saying that he would be coming at a certain time. But she did not get the letter; so that, when he arrived about noon on Wednesday, 17 November, he arrived as a complete stranger without an appointment. He had at first gone to the wrong house and been redirected. Mrs. Leonard answered the door. She took him in at once when he said he wanted a sitting. She drew the blind down, and lit a red lamp as usual. She told him that she was controlled by 'Feda.' Very quickly--in about two minutes--the trance began, and Feda spoke. Here follows his record:-- REPORT BY L. L. _Subsequent annotations, in square brackets, are by O. J. L._ Good morning! Why, you are psychic yourself! L. L.--I didn't know I was. It will come out later. There are two spirits standing by you; the elder is fully built up, but the younger is not clear yet. The elder is on the tall side, and well built; he has a beard round his chin, but no moustache. (This seemed to worry Feda, and she repeated it several times, as if trying to make it clear.) A beard round chin, and hair at the sides, but upper lip shaved. A good forehead, eyebrows heavy and rather straight--not arched--eyes greyish; hair thin on top, and grey at the sides and back. It looks as if it had been brown before it went grey. A fine-looking face. He is building up something. He suffered here before he passed out (medium indicating chest or stomach). Letter W is held up. (See photograph facing p. 258.) [This is the one that to other members of the family had been called Grandfather W., p. 143.] There is another spirit. Somebody is laughing. Don't joke--it is serious. (This was whispered, and sounded as if said to some one else, not to me.) It's a young man, about twenty-three, or might be twenty-five, judging only by appearance. Tall; well-built; not stout, well-built; brown hair, short at the sides and back; clean shaven; face more oval than round; nose not quite straight, rather rounded, and broader at the nostrils. (_Whispering._) Feda can't see his face. (_Then clearly._) He won't let Feda see his face; he is laughing. (_Whispered several times._) L, L, L. (_Then said out loud._) L. This is not his name; he puts it by you. (_Whispering again._) Feda knows him--Raymond. Oh, it's Raymond! (The medium here jumps about, and fidgets with her hands, just as a child would when pleased.) That is why he would not show his face, because Feda would know him. He is patting you on the shoulder hard. You can't feel it, but he thinks he is hitting you hard. [It seems to have been a trick of his to pat a brother on the shoulder gradually harder and harder till humorous retaliation set in.] He is very bright.