would be happy. Yet, of course, the reference was not clear; and if it were, it might somehow have been gathered only from their own minds; might it not? They all had been thinking James Quinlan here in this room. But they had not been thinking about a flaming torch and "Galilee." At least Ethel had not; nor had Barney, for she now asked him; nor had Bennet.
"Does that 'Galilee' and torch stuff mean anything to you?" Bennet demanded of her.
She shook her head to tell him that it did not as the medium began to speak again.
"Some one stands behind you," she said to Ethel; and Ethel turned about, startled.
The medium was in a trance so true that no longer the fear of conscious fraud distressed Ethel. Mrs. Davol's eyes were open and she sat upright, looking about, and she continued the slight, quick gestures of her hands which had become characteristic since the control took charge. When she informed them that some one stood behind Ethel, it was spoken so calmly and as a matter of obvious determination that Ethel looking about, expected to see some one there.
No one was there, as Bennet too saw by turning about. Barney did not look around but kept his eyes upon the medium.
"He puts his arms out to you," the voice continued. "He came over here suddenly with much undone. He has been watching many people who have come over lately to see what they would do. He steps nearer; his hand is almost upon you."
"Whose?" Ethel cried, bending forward. "Who do you see?"
"One who loved you much; he is tall; middle-aged; he smiles lovingly. He has brown hair; blue eyes;
