But Max never answered; Max continued to stare into the glass.
"You will dismiss it, madame?"
Max still stared, a peculiar light of thought shining and wavering in the gray eyes.
"Madame, you will dismiss it?"
Max turned slowly.
"I will do more, Jacqueline. I will destroy it utterly."
"Madame!"
"I have a great idea."
"Madame!"
"If a spirit—no matter how evil—could be materialized, it would cease to affect the imagination. I shall materialize mine!"