The medium pretended to address the author of the raps.
“If there is any hostile influence which prevents your communicating with us, rap twice.”
Two tremendous raps nearly drowned the last word. The spirit seemed to be quick-tempered.
“If it is a woman, rap once——”
No response. This was decidedly clever.
“If it is myself, rap.”
This time, instead of silence, there was a faint scratching under the surface of the table.
“The negative sign,” M. Auguste explained blandly, for our benefit.
Then, addressing himself once more to the invisible member of the party, he inquired: