the presence of a numerous
assembly of these
worthies. Then I inquired if any one of them
had been present when the
robbery was
effected. A
prompt double knock replied in
the affirmative. I may say here, by the way,
that the unanimity of the spirits as to their
use of two knocks for ``yes'' and one for
``no'' is a very
remarkable point, and shows,
if it shows anything, how perfect and universal
must be the social
intercourse of the
respected
departed. It is
worthy of note, also,
that if the spirit--I will not say the medium
--perceives after one knock that it were wiser
to say yes, he can
conveniently add the second
tap. Some such
arrangement in real life
would, it appears to me, be highly desirable.
It seemed that the spirit was that of Vidocq,
the French
detective. I had just read a translation
of his memoirs, and he seemed to me a
very
available spirit to call upon.
As soon as I explained that the spirit who
answered had been a
witness of the theft, the
old man became
strangely agitated. ``Who
was it?'' said he. At once the spirit
indicated a desire to use the
alphabet. As we
went over the letters,--always a slow method,
but useful when you want to observe excitable
people,--my
visitor kept
saying, ``Quicker--
go quicker.'' At length the spirit spelled out
the words, ``I know not his name.''
``Was it,'' said the gentleman--``was it a--
was it one of my household?''
I knocked ``yes'' without
hesitation; who
else, indeed, could it have been?
``Excuse me,'' he went on, ``if I ask you for
a little whisky.''
This I gave him. He continued: ``Was it
Susan or Ellen?''
``No, no!''
``Was it--'' He paused. ``If I ask a question
mentally, will the spirits reply?'' I knew
what he meant. He wanted to ask if it was
his son, but did not wish to speak openly.
``Ask,'' said I.
``I have,'' he returned.
I hesitated. It was
rarely my
policy to
commit myself
definitely, yet here I fancied,
from the facts of the case and his own terrible
anxiety, that he suspected, or more than
suspected, his son as the
guilty person. I
became sure of this as I
studied his face. At
all events, it would be easy to deny or explain
in case of trouble; and, after all, what slander
was there in two knocks? I struck twice
as usual.
Instantly the old gentleman rose up, very
white, but quite firm. ``There,'' he said, and
cast a bank-note on the table, ``I thank you,''
and bending his head on his breast, walked,
as I thought, with great effort out of the room.
On the following morning, as I made my
first appearance in my outer room, which
contained at least a dozen persons awaiting
advice, who should I see
standing by the window
but the old gentleman with sandy-gray hair?
Along with him was a stout young man with
a head as red as mine, and
mustache and
whiskers to match. Probably the son, I
thought--ardent
temperament,
remorse, come
to
confess, etc. I was never more mistaken
in my life. I was about to go regularly
through my patients when the old gentleman
began to speak.
``I called, doctor,'' said he, ``to explain the
little matter about which I--about which I--''