The answer to that was the pen itself, aimed at him with apparent
accuracy, and followed by an outcry from him.

"Here, stop it!" he said. "I've got ink all over me!"

We laughed consumedly. The sitting had taken on all the attributes
of practical joking. The table no longer quivered under my hands.

"Please be sure you are holding my hands tight. Hold them very
tight," said Miss Jeremy. Her voice sounded faint and far away.
Her head was dropped forward on her chest, and she suddenly sagged
in her chair. Sperry broke the circle and coming to her, took her
pulse. It was, he reported, very rapid.

"You can move and talk now if you like," he said. "She's in trance,
and there will be no more physical demonstrations."

Mrs. Dane was the first to speak. I was looking for my fountain pen,
and Herbert was again examining the stand.

"I believe it now," Mrs. Dane said. "I saw your watch go, Horace,
but tomorrow I won't believe it at all."

"How about your companion?" I asked. "Can she take shorthand? We
ought to have a record."

"Probably not in the dark."

"We can have some light now," Sperry said.