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"Is it too heavy?" asked Clarke

Three sharp raps replied--an angry "yes"--and then, with a petulant swing, the instrument apparently left the table and floated upon the air In deep amazement Morton listened for some movement, some sound from Viola, but there was none, not a breath, not a rustle of ht and cal to do with that," he said, beneath his breath

Kate called excitedly, "Oh! It touched me"

"What touched you?" asked Weissmann

"The horn"

"Did it buainst me"

Morton spoke out sharply: "Where is Mr Clarke?"

"Right here on ht," replied Kate

"What idiotic business!" he exclaimed, mystified, nevertheless

The horn dropped to the ain as if by a new and orous hand, and a voice heavily mixed with air, but a man's voice unmistakably, spoke directly to Morton, sternly, contemptuously

"We meet you on your own level You asked foras you have made them--proceed What would you have us do?"

"Who are you?"

"I arandfather to the psychic"

At this moment Morton became seized of the most vivid realization of the physical characteristics of the h soed face, with bleak and knobby brow The lips were thin, the ray eyes contemptuous "It is all an inner delusion caused by some resemblance of this voice to that of some one I have known," he said to himself; but a shiver ran over hirandfather of the psychic," he said, "I would like to ask you if you think it fair to a young girl to use her against her will for such foolery as this?"

"The purposes are grand, the work she is doing important--therefore I answer yes She is yet but a child, and the things she does of her own motion trivial and vain We make of her an instrurave You will observe that we do not harm her, we take but little of her tiard for her welfare far exceeds yours Her troubles arise from her resistance If she would yield herself entirely, she would be happy"

As the voice paused, Morton asked, "Weiss said to me?"