"Let me remove the slate," suggested Rajah Brahman.
He did so, and placed the object on the table. The upper side of the slate was still blank The seer viewed it thoughtfully.
"Perhaps," he said, "a declaration of your identity might induce a response from the spirit. Will you write your name upon the slate, with this chalk?"
Maude Garwood complied.
"One moment," said the rajah. "Is there any one here whom you know — one in this circle who could identify the writing of both yourself and the one who has departed?"
"My nephew," declared Maude Garwood.
"Request him to join us," said the mystic.
Dick Terry approached and stood on one side of the table. Imam Singh was opposite him. Dick noted his aunt's signature upon the slate. He saw Rajah Brahman lift the slate and place it in Maude Garwood's hands.
"Beneath the table," said the medium. "That is right. But be sure to turn it so your signature is downward. Spirits, like mortals, write from above. Listen!"
The final word commanded silence. The room was breathless. A soft scratching sound seemed to come from the table. The noise ceased Rajah Brahman nodded to Maude Garwood. The woman brought forth the slate and placed it on the table.