“If it is Mr. Nicholas, rap.”
Silence.
“You must excuse me,” the medium said, turning his face in my direction. “If it is Mr. Sterling——”
A shower of raps. I really thought the table would have given way.
This was discouraging. The Czar came to my rescue, however.
“I particularly wish Mr. Sterling to be present,” he observed with a touch of displeasure—whether intended for M. Auguste or the spiritual visitant I could not tell.
The hierophant no doubt saw that he must submit. His retreat was executed with great skill.
“If the obstacle is one that can be removed, rap once.”
A rap.
“Can you spell it for us?”