William was surprised. All was now going smoothly, and he could not for a moment suspect a gentleman of Dr. Drake’s respectability of participating in a trick. But there was a monotony in the matter of a quieting kind, and William grew too drowsy to keep his eyes long open.
“Did you give Miss Dinah Perfect a message on Monday last?”
“Yes.”
“Did it concern her death?”
“Yes.”
“Is her death to take place at the time then appointed?”
Here the table made a positive jump, and in spite of a grasp made at it by the doctor’s fingers, it fell flat on the floor, and it must have been a very violent impulse, for Dr. Drake’s slipper was off, and he, very red, no doubt from his effort to prevent the wilful fall of the table.
“Very extraordinary!” exclaimed he, standing up.
“Most wonderful!” said my aunt.
Good old fat Winnie sat with her fingers raised in the air, looking at the prostrate table with placid astonishment.