"Red light!" commanded the Voice. "Approach—quietly. Victor, take charge of your mother's body. She will not re-enter it. Her spirit is with us."
Victor went forward and knelt in agony while the engineer lifted the cage and delivered the unconscious psychic into his hands.
Lucy Ollnee breathed no more. She had died as she had lived, a martyr to the unseen world.
But her death was triumphant, for on the sensitive plate of each camera science and law were able to read the proof of her power. In the dark face of his grandsire Victor read a stern contempt as though he said:
"Deny and still deny. In the end you must believe."
In the alcove on the pad these words were written in his mother's hand: "Do not grieve. My work is done. I do not go far. I shall be near to cheer and guide you. Your future is secure. Work hard, be patient, and all will be well. Farewell, but not good-by."
Below, written in the quaint script which Victor recognized, were these words: "Men of science and of law, blazon forth the marvels you have seen and tested. Make the world ring with them; in such wise will you advance veneration for God and remove the fear of death.
"WATTS."