"There is matter and matter," replied Weissmann. "To say that spirit and flesh is inseparable is to claim too much. We can say that we have no proof of such separation, but Crookes and others claim the contrary. It is curious to observe that we to-night have trenched on the very ground Crookes trod. I am very eager now to sit with this girl—the mother and Clarke being excluded."
"Of one thing I am more than half persuaded, and that is that Clarke is a mind-reader; for how else could he know the things which the supposed ghost of my uncle recounted?"
"It is very puzzling," repeated Weissmann, deep-sunk in speculation; and in this abstraction he took himself silently away.
Kate, with an air of saying, "Now that we are alone, let's know your real mind," faced her brother with eyes of wonder. "Morton, what do you honestly think of it? Viola had nothing to do with it, did she?"
"No; but are you absolutely sure Clarke did not get loose and do things?"
"Mort, I was never more alert in my life, and I know he didn't move out of his chair."
"But think what it involves!"
"I don't care what it involves. So far as the senses of touch and hearing go, Clarke remained seated every minute of the time, and I certainly held both his and Mrs. Lambert's hands the whole time while the books were being thrown."
"Well, there you are. Somebody did it." He shrugged his shoulders in an unwonted irritation.
"Why not say the spirits did it all?"