Miss Tuckey. Yes, sir—(She looks a little surprised and nonplussed) Did you want anything else, sir?
Professor. Oh, well, and if you would kindly rearrange that screen? I still feel rather a draught.
(Miss Tuckey goes and readjusts the screen. It is evident that, as she goes behind it, no apparition confronts her; she emerges as machine-like as ever, calm and collected.)
Miss Tuckey. Will that be as you wish?
Professor. Thank you.
Miss Tuckey. Is that all, sir?
Professor. Yes, that is all. (He looks cautiously round, and as she goes out gets up and looks behind the screen himself. Nothing is there) But this is horrible! I saw it! Oh! if I didn’t see it, I’m going mad!
(Almost immediately in another part of the room the apparition re-appears.)
Bird-in-Hand. Peweet, peweet! Chus-luk-a-mee! Chus-luk-a-mee!
(With this, the spring cry of the peewit, sounding so much like “Just look at me!” it displays a hitherto unsuspected power of levitation in a series of surprising bounds into air, as though its feet went up from spring-boards.)