“It is marvelous!” ejaculated the Emperor. “You will understand, of course, Auguste, that this must be kept a secret among ourselves.”
“Ask if it is Madame Blavatsky,” said the Czar.
We learned that the apostle of theosophy was indeed present.
“Would you like to hear from any other spirits?” M. Auguste asked the company.
“I should be glad of a word with Bismarck,” I suggested.
In five minutes the Iron Chancellor announced himself. His rap was sharp, quick and decided, quite a characteristic rap.
“Ask if he approves of the present policy of the German Emperor?”
A hearty rap. Evidently the spirit had greatly changed its views in the other world.
“Ask if he remembers telling me, the last time I saw him, that Russia was smothering Germany in bed?”