The head was shaken.
They seldom speak the first time they come, said Mrs. Linden, whose rather blase, business-like air was in contrast to the intense emotion of the company. I'm afraid she can't hold together long. Ah, there! She has gone!
The figure had disappeared. There had been some backward movement towards the cabinet, but it seemed to the observers that she sank into the ground before she reached it. At any rate, she was gone.
Gramophone, please! said Mrs. Linden. Everyone relaxed and sat back with a sigh. The gramophone struck up a lively air. Suddenly the curtains parted, and a second figure appeared.
It was a young girl, with flowing hair down her back. She came forward swiftly and with perfect assurance to the centre of the circle.
Mrs. Linden laughed in a satisfied way.
Now you will get something good, she said. Here is Lucille.
Good evening, Lucille! cried the Duchess. I met you last month, you will remember, when your medium came to Maltraver Towers.
Yes, yes, lady, I remember you. You have a little boy, Tommy, on our side of life. No, no, not dead, lady! We are far more alive than you are. All the fun and frolic are with us! She spoke in a high clear voice and perfect English.
Shall I show you what we do over here? She began a graceful, gliding dance, while she whistled as melodiously as a bird. Poor Susan could not do that. Susan has had no practice. Lucille knows how to use a built-up body.
Do you remember me, Lucille? asked Mailey.
I remember you, Mr. Mailey. Big man with yellow beard.
For the second time in her life Enid had to pinch herself hard to satisfy herself that she was not dreaming. Was this graceful creature, who had now sat down in the centre of the circle, a real materialization of ectoplasm, used for the moment as a machine for expression by a soul that had passed, or was it an illusion of the senses, or was it a fraud? There were the three possibilities. An illusion was absurd when all had the same impression. Was it a fraud? But this was certainly not the little old woman. She was inches taller and fair, not dark. And the cabinet was fraud-proof. It had been meticulously examined. Then it was true. But if it were true, what a vista of possibilities opened out. Was it not far the greatest matter which could claim the attention of the world!
Meanwhile, Lucille had been so natural and the situation was so normal that even the most nervous had relaxed. The girl answered most cheerfully to every question, and they rained upon her from every side.
Where did you live, Lucille?
Perhaps I had better answer that, interposed Mrs. Linden. It will save the power. Lucille was bred in South Dakota in the United States, and passed over at the age of fourteen. We have verified some of her statements.
Are you glad you died, Lucille?
Glad for my own sake. Sorry for mother.
Has your mother seen you since?
Poor mother is a shut box. Lucille cannot open the lid.
Are you happy?
Oh, yes, so gloriously happy.
Is it right that you can come back?
Would God allow it if it were not right? What a wicked man you must be to ask!
What religion were you?
We were Roman Catholics.
Is that the right religion?
All religions are right if they make you better.
Then it does not matter.
It is what people do in daily life, not what they believe.
Tell us more, Lucille.
Lucille has little time. There are others who wish to come. If Lucille uses too much power, the others have less. Oh, God is very good and kind! You poor people on earth do not know how good and kind He is because it is grey down there. But it is grey for your own good. It is to give you your chance to earn all the lovely things which wait for you. But you can only tell how wonderful He is when you get over here.
Have you seen him?
Seen Him! How could you see God? No, no, He is all round us and in us and in everything, but we do not see Him. But I have seen the Christ. Oh, He was glorious, glorious! Now, good-bye good-bye! She backed towards the cabinet and sank into the shadows.
Now came a tremendous experience for Malone. A small, dark, rather broad figure of a woman appeared slowly from the cabinet. Mrs. Linden encouraged her, and then came across to the journalist.
It is for you. You can break the circle. Come up to her.
Malone advanced and peered, awestruck, into the face of the apparition. There was not a foot between them. Surely that large head, that solid, square outline was familiar! He put his face still nearer it was almost touching. He strained his eyes. It seemed to him that the features were semi-fluid, moulding themselves into a shape, as if some unseen hand was modelling them in putty. Mother! he cried. Mother!
Instantly the figure threw up both her hands in a wild gesture of joy. The motion seemed to destroy her equilibrium and she vanished.
She had not been through before. She could not speak, said Mrs. Linden, in her business-like way. It was your mother.
Malone went back half-stunned to his seat. It is only when these things come to one's own address that one understands their full force. His mother! Ten years in her grave and yet standing before him. Could he swear it was his mother? No, he could not. Was he morally certain that it was his mother? Yes, he was morally certain. He was shaken to the core.
But other wonders diverted his thoughts. A young man had emerged briskly from the cabinet and had advanced to the front of Mailey, where he had halted.
Hullo, Jock! Dear old Jock! said Mailey. My nephew, he explained to the company. He always comes when I am with Linden.
The power is sinking, said the lad, in a clear voice. I can't stay very long. I am so glad to see you, Uncle. You know, we can see quite clearly in this light, even if you can't.
Yes, I know you can. I say, Jock. I wanted to tell you that I told your mother I had seen you. She said her Church taught her it was wrong.
I know. And that I was a demon. Oh, it is rotten, rotten, rotten, and rotten things will fall! His voice broke in a sob.
Don't blame her Jock, she believes this.
No, no, I don't blame her! She will know better some day. The day is coming soon when all truth will be manifest and all these corrupt Churches will be swept off the earth with their cruel doctrines and their caricatures of God.
Why, Jock, you are becoming quite a heretic!
Love, Uncle! Love! That is all that counts. What matter what you believe if you are sweet and kind and unselfish as the Christ was of old?
Have you seen Christ? asked someone.
Not yet. Perhaps the time may come.
Is he not in Heaven, then?
There are many heavens. I am in a very humble one. But it is glorious all the same.
Enid had thrust her head forward during this dialogue. Her eyes had got used to the light and she could see more clearly than before. The man who stood within a few feet of her was not human. Of that she had no doubt whatever, and yet the points were very subtle. Something in his strange, yellow-white colouring as contrasted with the faces of her neighbours. Something, also, in the curious stiffness of his carriage, as of a man in very rigid stays.
Now, Jock, said Mailey, give an address to the company. Tell them a few words about your life.
The figure hung his head, exactly as a shy youth would do in life.
Oh, Uncle, I can't.
Come, Jock, we love to listen to you.
Teach the folk what death is, the figure began. God wants them to know. That is why He lets us come back. It is nothing. You are no more changed than if you went into the next room. You can't believe you are dead. I didn't. It was only when I saw old Sam that I knew, for I was certain that he was dead, anyhow. Then I came back to mother. And
his voice broke she would not receive me.