I was delighted to hear the three taps that answer "_Yes_."

"Will you be able to do something more for us?"

_Tap, tap, tap_--given apparently with the pencil.

I observed: "From a strictly scientific standpoint, the movement of

that pencil, provided it can be proved to have taken place without the

agency of any known form of force, is as important as the fall of a

mountain. It heralds a new day in science. Is every hand accounted for?"

Each answered, "_Yes_." At this moment there was a rustling at the base

of the cone. "Listen! 'they' are at work with the horn."

The cone rocked slowly on its base, and at last leaped over the

shoulders of the sitters and fell with a crash to the floor. "Mercy on

us!" gasped Mrs. Cameron.

"Don't touch it! Don't move!" I called out. "Everybody clasp hands now.

Here is a chance for a fine test. 'Wilbur,' can you put the cone back on

the table?"

_Tap, tap_, answered "Wilbur." The two taps were given slowly, and I

understood them to mean "_Don't know_" or "_Will try_."

"Miller," I said, impressively, "unless some one of our circle is

betraying us, we are having as good a demonstration as we could expect,

barring the absence of light. Be watchful. 'Wilbur,' we're trusting to

you now. Let's see what you can do."

As I spoke, the horn, with a ringing scrape, left the carpet, and a

moment later bumped down upon Mrs. Quigg's head. "Oh!" she shrieked, "it

hit me!"

Almost immediately a breathy chuckle came from the horn: "_Ha, ha! That

shook you up a little, I reckon._"

The other women were frozen with horror. "Don't let it touch me,"

pleaded Miss Brush.

And Mrs. Quigg, much shaken, called out: "Frank Howard, are you doing

this?"

He was highly indignant. "Certainly not. Are you not holding one hand

and Miss Brush the other? I am in-no-cent; I swear it!"

I commented on their dialogue severely. "See how you all treat an event

that is wonderful enough to convulse the National Academy of Science. I

do not believe the psychic's hands have moved an inch, and yet, unless

some one of you is false to his trust, the miraculous has happened--Are

you there, 'Wilbur?'" I queried of the mystic presence.

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