He rose as he spoke, and once more threw off his robe. The Club waited breathless. He again placed the ring between his feet.
“I wish now,” he said, “the three globes filled with colored fluid.”
These were brought to him on a tray, and at his bidding placed close together in a triangle.
“This is only another of the innumerable possible variations upon the penetrability of matter, and would come under the head in common nomenclature of that stupidly used term ‘fourth dimension.’ I said that I am not a juggler, but of course I chose some of the tests because they are picturesque, and so might amuse an audience. See.”
He laid his hand upon the top of the three globes. Instantly they became one by intersection, the three bases being moved nearer together. Each globe preserved perfectly its shape, and in the divisions now made by the coalescing of the section of one sphere with that of another the liquid was of the hue resulting from a mingling of the colors of the differently tinted fluids.
A murmur went around. Several of the members rose to examine the globes.
“Put them on the table,” the wonder-worker said, “and then everybody may see.”
“We are not to ask questions of methods,” Judge Hobart observed. “Is it proper to inquire whether the experiment involves a contradiction of the old law that two bodies cannot occupy the same space?”