The Silent Bullet by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve
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Popper refused. She said she did not feel strong enough, and
Farrington put in a hasty word that he, too, could feel that "there was something working against them." But Kennedy was importunate and at last she consented to see if "John" would do some rapping, even if he could not materialise. Kennedy asked to be permitted to put the questions. "Are you the 'John' who appears to Mr. Vandam every night at twelve-thirty?" Rap! rap! rap! came the faint reply from the cabinet. Or rather it seemed to me to come from the floor near the cabinet, and perhaps to be a trifle muffled by the black carpet. "Are you in communication with Mrs. Vandam?" Rap! rap! rap! "Can she be made to rap for us?" Rap! rap! "Will you ask her a question and spell out her answer?" Rap! rap! rap! Craig paused a moment to frame the question, then shot it out point-blank: "Does Mrs. Vandam know now in the other world whether anyone in this room substituted a morphine capsule for |
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