The sitters had better just take their own places, said the medium. If you can alternate the sexes it is as well. Don't cross your knees, it breaks the current. If we have a materialization, don't grab at it. If you do, you are liable to injure me.
The two sleuths of the Research Society looked at each other knowingly. Mailey observed it.
Quite right, he said. I have seen two cases of dangerous haemorrhage in the medium brought on by that very cause.
Why? asked Malone.
Because the ectoplasm used is drawn from the medium. It recoils upon him like a snapped elastic band. Where it comes through the skin you get a bruise. Where it comes from mucous membrane you get bleeding.
And when it comes from nothing, you get nothing" said the researcher with a grin.
I will explain the procedure in a few words, said Mrs. Ogilvy, when everyone was seated. Mr. Linden does not enter the cabinet at all. He sits outside it, and as he tolerates red light you will be able to satisfy yourselves that he does not leave his seat. Mrs. Linden sits on the other side. She is there to regulate and explain. In the first place we would wish you to examine the cabinet. One of you will also please lock the door on the inside and be responsible for the key.
The cabinet proved to be a mere tent of hangings, detached from the wall and standing on a solid platform. The researchers ferreted about inside it and stamped on the boards. All seemed solid.
What is the use of it? Malone whispered to Mailey.
It serves as a reservoir and condensing place for the ectoplasmic vapour from the medium, which would otherwise diffuse over the room.
It has been known to serve other purposes also, remarked one of the researchers, who overheard the conversation.
That's true enough, said Mailey philosophically. I am all in favour of caution and supervision.
Well, it seems fraud-proof on this occasion, if the medium sits outside. The two researchers were agreed on this.
The medium was seated on one side of the little tent, his wife on the other. The light was out, and a small red lamp near the ceiling was just sufficient to enable outlines to be clearly seen. As the eyes became accustomed to it some detail could also be observed.
Mr. Linden will begin by some clairvoyant readings said Mrs. Linden. Her whole attitude, seated beside the cabinet with her hands on her lap and the air of a proprietor, made Enid smile, for she thought of Mrs. Jarley and her waxworks.
Linden, who was not in a trance, began to give clairvoyance. It was not very good. Possibly the mixed influence of so many sitters of various types at close quarters was too disturbing. That was the excuse which he gave himself when several of his descriptions were unrecognized. But Malone was more shocked by those which were recognized, since it was so clear that the word was put into the medium's mouth. It was the folly of the sitter rather than the fault of the medium, but it was disconcerting all the same.
I see a young man with brown eyes and a rather drooping moustache.
Oh, darling, darling, have you then come back! cried Miss Badley. Oh, has he a message?
He sends his love and does not forget.
Oh, how evidential! It is so exactly what the dear boy would have said! My first lover, you know, she added, in a simpering voice to the company. He never fails to come. Mr. Linden has brought him again and again.
There is a young fellow in khaki building up on the left. I see a symbol over his head. It might be a Greek cross.
Jim it is surely Jim! cried Lady Smith.
Yes. He nods his head.
And the Greek cross is probably a propeller, said Sir James. He was in the Air Service, you know. Malone and Enid were both rather shocked. Mailey was also uneasy.
This is not good, he whispered to Enid. Wait a bit ! You will get something better.
There were several good recognitions, and then someone resembling Summerlee was described for Malone. This was wisely discounted by him, since Linden might have been in the audience on the former occasion. Mrs. Debbs' exhibition seemed to him far more convincing than that of Linden.
Wait a bit! Mailey repeated.
The medium will now try for materializations, said Mrs. Linden. If the figures appear I would ask you not to touch them, save by request. Victor will tell you if you may do so. Victor is the medium's control.
The medium had settled down in his chair and he now began to draw long, whistling breaths with deep intakes, puffing the air out between his lips. Finally he steadied down and seemed to sink into a deep coma, his chin upon his breast. Suddenly he spoke, but it seemed that his voice was better modulated and more cultivated than before.
Good evening, all! said the voice.
There was a general murmur of Good evening, Victor.
I am afraid that the vibrations are not very harmonious. The sceptical element is present, but not, I think, predominant, so that we may hope for results. Martin Lightfoot is doing what he can.
That is the Indian control Mailey whispered.
I think that if you would start the gramophone it would be helpful. A hymn is always best, though there is no real objection to secular music. Give us what you think best, Mrs. Ogilvy.
There was the rasping of a needle which had not yet found its grooves. Then Lead, Kindly Light was churned out. The audience joined in in a subdued fashion. Mrs. Ogilvy then changed it to O, God, our help in ages past.
They often change the records themselves, said Mrs. Ogilvy, but to-night there is not enough power.
Oh, yes, said the voice. There is enough power, Mrs. Ogilvy, but we are anxious to conserve it all for the materializations. Martin says they are building up very well.
At this moment the curtain in front of the cabinet began to sway. It bellied out as if a strong wind were behind it. At the same time a breeze was felt by all who were in the circle, together with a sensation of cold.
It is quite chilly, whispered Enid, with a shiver.
It is not a subjective feeling, Mailey answered. Mr. Harry Price has tested it with thermometric readings. So did Professor Crawford.
My God! cried a startled voice. It belonged to the pompous dabbler in mysteries, who was suddenly faced with a real mystery. The curtains of the cabinet had parted and a human figure had stolen noiselessly out. There was the medium clearly outlined on one side. There was Mrs. Linden, who had sprung to her feet, on the other. And, between them, the little black, hesitating figure, which seemed to be terrified at its own position. Mrs. Linden soothed and encouraged it.
Don't be alarmed, dear. It is all quite right. No one will hurt you.
It is someone who has never been through before, she explained to the company. Naturally it seems very strange to her. Just as strange as if we broke into their world. That's right, dear. You are gaining strength, I can see. Well done!
The figure was moving forward. Everyone sat spellbound, with staring eyes. Miss Badley began to giggle hysterically. Weatherby lay back in his chair, gasping with horror. Neither Malone nor Enid felt any fear, but were consumed with curiosity. How marvellous to hear the humdrum flow of life in the street outside and to be face to face with such a sight as that.
Slowly the figure moved round. Now it was close to Enid and between her and the red light. Stooping, she could get the silhouette sharply outlined. It was that of a little, elderly woman, with sharp, clear-cut features.
It's Susan! cried Mrs. Bolsover. Oh, Susan, don't you know me?
The figure turned and nodded her head.
Yes, yes, dear, it is your sister Susie, cried her husband. I never saw her in anything but black. Susan, speak to us!