“Are you in communication with Mrs. Vandam?”
Rap! rap! rap!
“Can she be made to rap for us?”
Rap! rap!
“Will you ask her a question and spell out her answer?”
Rap! rap! rap!
Craig paused a moment to frame the question, then shot it out point-blank: “Does Mrs. Vandam know now in the other world whether anyone in this room substituted a morphine capsule for one of those ordered by her three days before she died? Does she know whether the same person has done the same thing with those later ordered by Mr. Vandam?”
“John” seemed considerably perturbed at the mention of capsules. It was a long time before any answer was forthcoming. Kennedy was about to repeat the question when a faint sound was heard.
Rap!——
Suddenly came a wild scream. It was such a scream as I had never heard before in my life. It came as though a dagger had been thrust into the heart of Mrs. Popper. The lights flashed up as Kennedy turned the switch.