“Waldo, you ain’t no charlatan?”
“Well, I’m in communication – think of the comfort to Mums and Dads.”
“You hear the dead?”
“I hear Jim—“
Waldo opened the closet and there sat a young man with wired pads on his ears and a wireless set.
“Not a bad chat with some heroes, eh Mr. Waldo?” Jim grinned.
“Great Jim, but you gotta stay hidden.”
Lydia-My-Lovely would have preferred the dead.