But I think the situation was bothering him, and that he hoped to discount in
advance the second sitting by Miss Jeremy, which Mrs. Dane had already
arranged for the following Monday, for on Wednesday afternoon, following a
conversation over the telephone, Sperry and I had a private sitting with Miss
Jeremy in Sperry's private office. I took my wife into our confidence and invited
her to be present, but the unfortunate coldness following the housemaid's
discovery of me asleep in the library on the morning after the murder, was still
noticeable and she refused.
The sitting, however, was totally without value. There was difficulty on the
medium's part in securing the trance condition, and she broke out once rather
petulantly, with the remark that we were interfering with her in some way.
I noticed that Sperry had placed Arthur Wells's stick unobtrusively on his table,
but we secured only rambling and non-pertinent replies to our questions, and
whether it was because I knew that outside it was broad day, or because the
Wells matter did not come up at all I found a total lack of that sense of the
unknown which made all the evening sittings so grisly.
I am sure she knew we had wanted something, and that she had failed to give it
to us, for when she came out she was depressed and in a state of lowered
"I'm afraid I'm not helping you," she said. "I'm a little tired, I think."
She was tired. I felt suddenly very sorry for her. She was so pretty and so young
- only twenty-six or thereabouts - to be in the grip of forces so relentless. Sperry
sent her home in his car, and took to pacing the floor of his office.