"Read it!" demanded Kate.
He complied. "'You ask for a particle of matter to be moved from A to B without the use of any force known to science. Here in this wineglass is the test. Oh, men of science, how long will you close your eyes to the grander truths.'"
"That is from father," remarked Mrs. Lambert.
"It is signed 'McLeod,' and under it are two words, 'Loggy' and 'Mother,' each in different handwriting."
"Give it to me!" cried Kate, deeply moved.
"And here is the wineglass," replied Weissmann, extracting from among the books a beautiful piece of antique crystal.
Kate took it reverentially, as if receiving it from the hand of her dead mother. "How came that here?"
"You recognize it? It was not left here by mistake?"
"Oh no. There are only four of them left and I keep them locked away. I have not had them out in months."
Clarke smiled in benign triumph. "That is why they brought it—to show you that matter is an illusion and to prove that dematerialization and transubstantiation are facts. That was the bell we heard."