Photograph of Table Suspended.
The Table Fallen Back.
It is not the shadow of a hand: it is a hand of flesh (I do not add "and of bone," for I have the impression that it has no bones). This hand opens and closes three times, sufficiently long to permit me to say:
"Whose hand is this?—yours, Monsieur Mangin?"
"No."
"Then it is a materialization?"
"Undoubtedly: if you hold the medium's right hand, I hold the other."
I had the right hand of Eusapia on my left hand, and her fingers were interlaced with mine.