On 21 December 1915 Alec had his first sitting with Mrs. Leonard; but he did not manage to go quite anonymously--the medium knew that he was my son. Again there is a good deal of unverifiable matter, which whether absurd or not I prefer not to suppress; my reasons are indicated in Chapters xii and xvi Part II, and xi Part III. _Alec's (A. M. L.'s) Sitting with Mrs. Leonard at her House on Tuesday Afternoon, 21 December 1915, 3.15 to 4.30 p.m._ (Medium knows I am Sir Oliver Lodge's son.) Front room; curtains drawn; dark; small red lamp. No one else present. Mrs. Leonard shook hands saying, "Mr. Lodge?" (Medium begins by rubbing her own hands vigorously.) Good morning! This is Feda. Raymond's here. He would have liked A _and_ B. (Feda, _sotto voce_.--What you mean, A _and_ B?) Oh, he would have liked to talk to A and B. [See Note A.] He says: "I wish you could see me, I am so pleased; but you know I am pleased." He has been trying hard to get to you at home. He thinks he is getting closer, and better able to understand the conditions which govern this way of communicating. He thinks that in a little while he will be able to give actual tests at home. He knows he has got through, but not satisfactorily. He gets so far, and then flounders. (Feda, _sotto voce_.--That's what fishes do!) He says he is feeling splendid. He did not think it was possible to feel so well. He was waiting here; he knew you were coming, but thought you might not be able to come to-day. [Train half an hour late.] Did you take notice of what he said about the place he is in? A. M. L.--Yes. But I find it very difficult to understand. He says, it is such a solid place, I have not got over it yet. It is so wonderfully real. He spoke about a river to his father; he has not seen the sea yet. He has found water, but doesn't know whether he will find a sea. He is making new discoveries every day. So _much_ is new, although of course not to people who have been here some time. He went into the library with his grandfather--Grandfather William--and also somebody called Richard, and he says the books there seem to be the same as you read. Now this is extraordinary: There are books there not yet published on the earth plane. He is told--only told, he does not know if it is correct--that those books will be produced, books like those that are there now; that the matter in them will be impressed on the brain of some man, he supposes an author. He says that not everybody on his plane is allowed to read those books; they might hurt them--that is, the books not published yet. Father is going to write one--not the one on now, but a fresh one. Has his father found out who it was, beginning with G, who said he was going to help (meaning help Raymond) for his father's sake? It was not the person he thought it was at the time (p. 204). It is very difficult to get things through. He wants to keep saying how pleased he is to come.