Estimating the table legs at just under a meter, she moved the coffee machine five feet away and relaxed slightly. She stood at the far end of the room to sip her drink. How exactly did you exorcise a table.? If the spirit had a particular affinity for wooden objects, could you get the spirit to go into something else? A box of matches? A mug rack? Perhaps a ventriloquist's dummy.
Whatever they managed to seal it in, it ought to be something they could lock away in a deep, dark dungeon where it would stay sealed for fifty years until it was somebody else's problem.
Knowing Harold, though, he'd sell it on eBay and get an excellent price by being perfectly truthful about it.