“How do you know you are not dead?”
“Sir, I must give you some religious instruction. When one dies and has led an honourable life, one assumes a glorified body and one associates with the angels. I am now in exactly the same body as in life, and I am in a very dull, drab place. Such companions as I have are not such as I have been accustomed to associate with in life, and certainly no one could describe them as angels. Therefore your absurd conjecture may be dismissed.”
“Do not continue to deceive yourself. We wish to help you. You can never progress until you realise your position.”
“Really you try my patience too far. Have I not said——?”
The medium fell back among the cushions. An instant later the Chinese control, with his whimsical smile and his hands tucked away in his sleeves, was talking to the circle.
“He good man—fool man—learn sense soon. Bring him again. Not waste more time. Oh, my God! My God! Help! Mercy! Help!”
He had fallen full length upon the sofa, face upwards, and his cries were so terrible that the little audience all sprang to their feet. “A saw! A saw! Fetch a saw!” yelled the medium. His voice sank into a moan.
Even Mailey was agitated. The rest were horrified.
“Someone has obsessed him. I can’t understand it. It may be some strong evil entity.”
“Shall I speak to him?” asked Mason.