here
be any doubt in your mind, you must get rid of it, or we will have no
results."

With a dramatic gesture, Vance swept aside from the opening in the
cabinet the black velvet curtain. "It's a simple affair," he said
indifferently. "As you see, it's open at the top and bottom. The medium
sits inside on that chair, bound hand and foot."

In turn, Mr. Hallowell, Mrs. Marsh, Gaylor, Rainey, Professor Strombergk
entered the cabinet. With their knuckles they beat upon its sides. They
moved it to and fro. They dropped to their knees, and with their fingers
tugged at the carpet upon which it stood.

Under cover of their questions, in the corner of the bay window, Miss
Coates whispered to Lee; "Don't look now," she warned, "but later, you
will see on the left of that door the switch that throws on the lights.
When I am sure she is outside the cabinet, when she has told him not to
give the money to me, I'll cry now! and whichever one of us is seated
nearer the switch will turn on all the lights. I think," Miss Coates
added with, in her voice, a thrill of triumph not altogether free from a
touch of vindictiveness, "when my uncle sees her caught in the middle of
the room, disguised as his sister--we will have cured him."

"It may be," said the man.

The possibility of success as Miss Coates pointed it out did not appear
to stir in him any great delight. He glanced unwillingly over his
shoulder. "I see the switch," he said.

Leaning on the arm of Gaylor, Mr. Hallowell returned from the cabinet
to his chair. What he had seen apparently strengthened his faith and, in
like degree, inspired him to greater enthusiasm.

"Well," he exclaimed, "there are no trapdoors or false bottoms about
that! If they can project a spirit from that sentry box, it will be
a miracle. For whom are we waiting?" he asked impatiently. "Where is
Winthrop?"

Judge Gaylor explained that Winthrop preferred to wait downstairs, and
that he had said he would remain there until the seance was finished.

"Afraid of compromising his position," commented the old man. "I'm
sorry. I'd like to have him here." He motioned Gaylor to bend nearer.
In a voice that trembled with eagerness and excitement, he whispered:
"Henry, I have a feeling that we are going to witness a remarkable
phenomenon."

Gaylor's countenance grew preternaturally grave. He nodded heavily.

"I have the same feeling, Stephen," he returned.

Vance raised his hand to command silence.

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