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"Doesn't that weaken your argument of the power of mind over matter?" asked Serviss, profoundly interested in this assertion. "Not at all. It is my belief in the drug that influences the patient." Serviss laughed and Weissmann's mouth twitched. "You cannot head them off these modern mind-specialists! They plunge into the subconscious like prairie-dogs into the sod, only to come up at a new point."
Some subtler expression of matter is about to be given to the world, not as Kant gave it, but through experiment, and to men like Myers and Sir William Crookes may come great honor some day." "You would not have us weaken in our method?" Weissmann's manner changed. He resumed his most peremptory tone. "By no means.
Kate was much relieved by Weissmann's liking for Viola it made her party a little less difficult; but she was anxious to have Morton free to talk with Viola, and to that end drew the good doctor into conversation with Clarke, who was not at all pleased with his seat, which was by design at the farthest remove from his psychic. He saw no reason why they might not have been seated side by side.
I said: 'It is an hallucination very curious! I will touch it and it will vanish. I reached I grasped the hand it was warm and solid! I leaped from my bed with a yell." He chuckled at his keenly remembered discomfiture. "How do you account for it? It was an illusion, of course. You thought the illusion only ocular it extended to the sense of touch." Weissmann's eyes gleamed speculatively.
Together we will found an institute for the study of the supra-normal. What do you say?" Weissmann's eyes glowed with the quenchless zeal of the experimentalist. "My dear boy, I would resign now for that purpose; but I hope it will not be necessary, for your sake."
The time of the train being near, Serviss closed the lid of his desk and took a car for the station immensely relieved of responsibility, yet worn and troubled by a multitude of confused and confusing speculations. All the way to the depot, and while he stood waiting outside the gates, he pondered on the surprising change in Weissmann's thought, and also upon the momentous covenant between them.
"To prove that would mean a great deal to me, doctor." Weissmann's tired face lighted up. "So! Then you are interested in her? You love her? I was right, eh?" he asked, with true German directness. Serviss protested. "Oh no! I haven't said that; but it troubled me to think of her as a possible trickster. Please don't hint such a thing in Tolman's hearing."
What did she say?" queried Weissmann, bewilderedly. Morton explained that Miss Lambert had particularly requested him to sit with her and talk to her "guides," and that she had expressed a particular desire for an immediate test. Weissmann's eyes glittered with new interest. "Very good. Why not? It is a fine opportunity. Do you not feel so?" In truth he did not.
"Please make them as hard as you can." Weissmann's glasses glistened upon her with joyful acclaim. "Very good, your wishes shall be met. Let us see we shall tie you. Have you something suitable?" he asked of his assistant. Morton took from his desk a roll of white tape. "How will this do?" "Just the thing," Weissmann replied; "but we must have no knots, no tying.
But Mary was not listening. She had picked up one of the newspapers and was gloating over it. I looked and saw that it was open at an advertisement of Weissmann's 'Deep-breathing' system. 'Oh, look, Dick, she cried breathlessly. The column of type had little dots made by a red pencil below certain words. 'It's it, she whispered, 'it's the cipher I'm almost sure it's the cipher!
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