It appeared that Herbert Robinson had been reading, during his convalescence,
a considerable amount of psychic literature, and that we were to hold this third
and final sitting under test conditions. As before, the room had been stripped of
furniture, and the cloth and rod which formed the low screen behind Miss
Jeremy's chair were not of her own providing, but Herbert's.
He had also provided, for some reason or other, eight small glass cups, into
which he placed the legs of the two tables, and in a business-like manner he set
out on the large stand a piece of white paper, a pencil, and a spool of black
thread. It is characteristic of Miss Jeremy, and of her own ignorance of the
methods employed in professional seances, that she was as much interested
and puzzled as we were.
When he had completed his preparations, Herbert made a brief speech.
"Members of the Neighborhood Club," he said impressively, "we have agreed
among ourselves that this is to be our last meeting for the purpose that is before
us. I have felt, therefore, that in justice to the medium this final seance should
leave us with every conviction of its genuineness. Whatever phenomena occur,
the medium must be, as she has been, above suspicion. For the replies of her
'control,' no particular precaution seems necessary, or possible. But the first
seance divided itself into two parts: an early period when, so far as we could
observe, the medium was at least partly conscious, possibly fully so, when
physical demonstrations occurred. And a second, or trance period, during which
we received replies to questions. It is for the physical phenomena that I am about
to take certain precautions."
"Are you going to tie me?" Miss Jeremy asked.
"Do you object?"