to do when the time comes."

That night, when we gathered in the transformed laboratory, there
were Henry Vandam, Dr. Hanson, Inspector O'Connor, Kennedy, and
myself. At last the sound of wheels was heard, and Mrs. Popper
drove up in a hansom, accompanied by Farrington. They both
inspected the room narrowly and seemed satisfied. I had, as I
have said, taken a serious dislike to the man, and watched him
closely. I did not like his air of calm assurance.

The lights were switched off, all except one sixteen-candle-power
lamp in the farthest corner, shaded by a deep-red globe. It was
just light enough to see to read very, large print with
difficulty.

Mrs. Popper began immediately with the table. Kennedy and I sat
on her right and left respectively, in the circle, and held her
hands and feet. I confess to a real thrill when I felt the light
table rise first on two legs, then on one, and finally remain
suspended in the air, whence it dropped with a thud, as if
someone had suddenly withdrawn his support.

The medium sat with her back to the curtain of the cabinet, and
several times I could have sworn that a hand reached out and
passed close to my head. At least it seemed so. The curtain
bulged at times, and a breeze seemed to sweep out from the
cabinet.

After some time of this sort of work Craig led gradually up to a
request for a materialisation of the control of Vandam, but Mrs.