After the repast she carried out the dishes and we men returned to the parlor. Gird faced us.
"You're here for some more hocus-pocus?" he hazarded gruffly.
"For another séance," amended Zoberg, suave as ever.
"Doctor," said Gird, "I think this had better be the last time."
Zoberg held out a hand in pleading protest, but Gird thrust his own hands behind him and looked sternly stubborn. "It's not good for the girl," he announced definitely.
"But she is a great medium—greater than Eusapia Paladino, or Daniel Home," Zoberg argued earnestly. "She is an important figure in the psychic world, lost and wasted here in this backwater——"
"Please don't miscall our town," interrupted Gird. "Well, Doctor, I agree to a final séance, as you call it. But I'm going to be present."
Zoberg made a gesture as of refusal, but I sided with Gird.
"If this is to be my test, I want another witness," I told Zoberg.
"Ach! If it is a success, you will say that he helped to deceive."