The woman was obviously desperate to get in touch with her late husband.
She scraped up enough money to arrange a session with a reputable medium. When the time came she found herself sitting in a dimly lit room, at a small table, opposite the medium. After establishing who the client wished to contact, the medium slowly drifted off into a trance with her eyes closed and her head lowered. Several minutes went by before the medium began to moan softly. She could hear the voice coming from the other side, growing stronger.
The voice was saying, “My love, it’s wonderful that you’ve managed to get in touch…” This was followed by silence, but the medium felt there was more coming.
The woman across the table squirmed. “Are you getting through?” she blurted.
The medium nodded slowly. The voice went on. “I’m so sorry my love. The car crash stopped me telling you that it’s there for you, in the shed…”
“What’s he saying?” insisted the woman, in a desperate tone.
The medium lifted a finger to quiet her. The voice again. “The cash is packed into the old rusty toolbox with the broken handle.”
The medium slowly roused herself and opened her eyes. She looked at the widow and smiled.
“What’s he saying?” she repeated.
The medium stretched across and took her hand.
“He says he misses you and he sends his love.”