“Who?”
“Yulun. I taught her English.”
“A temple girl?”
“Yes. From Black China.”
“How could you make me see her!” he demanded.
“Why do you ask such things? I do not know how to tell you how I do it.”
“It’s a dangerous, uncanny knowledge!” he blurted out; and suddenly checked himself, for the girl’s face went white.
“I don’t mean uncanny,” he hastened to add. “Because it seems to me that what you did by juggling with invisible currents to which, when attuned, our five senses respond, is on the same lines as the wireless telegraph and telephone.”
She said nothing, but her colour slowly returned.
“You mustn’t be so sensitive,” he added. “I’ve no doubt that it’s all quite normal—quite explicable on a perfectly scientific basis. Probably it’s no more mysterious than a man in an airplane over midocean conversing with people ashore on two continents.”