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"Well," I said, "and since the two Q's, as I suppose one might almost call them, went to Australia, have you heard anything from them?" "That," replied Annerly, "is a matter that has shown the same singularity as the rest of my experience. It is now four years since Q and his wife went to Australia. At first I heard from him quite regularly, and received two letters each month.
I felt that he was about to deal with events and experiences of which in the two or three months that I had known him he had never seen fit to speak. I wondered now that it had never occurred to me that a man whose hair at fifty-five was already streaked with grey, must have passed through some terrible ordeal. Presently Annerly spoke again. "Last night I saw Q," he said. "Good heavens!"
I ejaculated. I did not in the least know who Q was, but it struck me with a thrill of indescribable terror that Annerly had seen Q. In my own quiet and measured existence such a thing had never happened. "Yes," said Annerly, "I saw Q as plainly as if he were standing here.
"When first I knew Q he lived not very far from a small town in the south of England, which I will call X, and was betrothed to a beautiful and accomplished girl whom I will name M." Annerly had hardly begun to speak before I found myself listening with riveted attention. I realised that it was no ordinary experience that he was about to narrate.
I could distinguish the word 'sovereigns, but nothing more." "Do you not suppose," I said, "that Q for some reason which we cannot fathom, wishes us to again leave two sovereigns for him?" "By Jove!" said Annerly enthusiastically, "I believe you've hit it. At any rate, let us try; we can but fail."
Looking back upon it, I scarcely believe it myself. Yet my narrative is so extraordinary and throws such light upon the nature of our communications with beings of another world, that I feel I am not entitled to withhold it from the public. I had gone over to visit Annerly at his rooms. It was Saturday, October 31.
"What I mean is," said Annerly, "do you believe in phantasms of the dead?" "Phantasms?" I repeated. "Yes, phantasms, or if you prefer the word, phanograms, or say if you will phanogrammatical manifestations, or more simply psychophantasmal phenomena?" I looked at Annerly with a keener sense of interest than I had ever felt in him before.
As it happened I had with me the six sovereigns which I had just drawn as my week's pay. "Luckily," I said, "I am able to arrange that. I happen to have money with me." And I took two sovereigns from my pocket. Annerly was delighted at our good luck. Our preparations for the experiment were soon made.
Till that moment I had not realised the risks that he had incurred in our reckless dealing with the world of spirits. Annerly fell a victim to the great cause of psychic science, and the record of our experiments remains in the face of prejudice as a witness to its truth. III. Guido the Gimlet of Ghent: A Romance of Chivalry IT was in the flood-tide of chivalry. Knighthood was in the pod.
The letter had been written by a Winnipeg lawyer from a little town not very far away, and requested Courthorne to meet and confer with him respecting certain suggestions made by a Colonel Barrington. Winston decided to take the risk. "I'm sorry, but I have got to go into Annerly at once," he said. "Then," said the officer, "I'll drive you. I've some stores to get down there."
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