“Please, Wee One, please!” cried Mrs. Bolsover.
Malone could hardly believe his eyes. The disc began to move. It quivered and then rattled upon the table, exactly as the lid of a boiling pot might do.
“Up with it, Wee One!” They were all clapping their hands.
The circle of wood, in the full light of the candle, rose upon edge and stood there shaking as if trying to keep its balance.
“Give three tilts, Wee One.”
The disc inclined forward three times. Then it fell flat and remained so.
“I am so glad you have seen that,” said Mailey. “There is Telekenesis in its simplest and most decisive form.”
“I could not have believed it!” cried Enid.
“Nor I,” said Malone. “I have extended my knowledge of what is possible. Mr. Bolsover, you have enlarged my views.”
“Good, Mr. Malone!”