Cameron’s society never came together again in formal session, and I was not able to carry out my plan for developing a psychic along the line of proving the identity of the spirits manifesting.  However, between the final sitting of the club and my next meeting with Fowler and Miller, I passed through a series of very interesting experiences more or less corroborative of the phenomena which the members had witnessed either individually or as a body.  These additional experiments I proceeded at once to lay before my friends as we met at the club one quiet afternoon a couple of weeks later.

“We haven’t heard of any new psychic,” Miller began at once, as we settled into easy-chairs in a retired corner.

“No,” I replied.  “I’ve been unable to get the consent of any other psychic to undergo just the inquisition I know you’d like to give, but I’ve had some extremely suggestive sittings recently with a young professional man who does a little mediumistic ‘work’ on the side.”

“A male psychic?  That’s amusing.  I thought they were all female.”

“No.  There are men psychics,” replied Fowler, “but they’re scarce.  One of the most wonderful I have ever known is a big, burly fellow of most aggressive manner.  The reason why there are so few men in the business I take to be this:  men are less subjective, less passive, than women, and the psychic’s rôle seems to be a negative one.  Men are aggressive and impatient, engaged in some kind of struggle with material things, or they are intolerant of the process of developing their psychic gifts.  If Garland has found a male psychic, he is in luck.”

“So I thought.  The young fellow, whom we will call Peters, is only about twenty-four, a boyish professional man of refined habits.  He comes of good family, and, being ambitious in his profession, is careful not to permit a knowledge of his psychical powers to reach the ears of his employers.  I heard of him through a friend who is deeply interested in these matters, and who procured for me an invitation to be present at a sitting in the home of a certain Dr. Towne, on the East Side.

“We met at dinner, and during the meal Dr. Towne told us all he knew of Mr. Peters, which was little, and, turning to me, said:  ’We expect you to take charge of the circle, Mr. Garland; it’s all new to us.’

“‘The first thing to do,’ I answered, ’is to put the young fellow at his ease.  It is a mighty good sign when a medium is willing to come into a strange house to perform for a circle as critical and as unfriendly as this.’  ‘Oh, not unfriendly,’ said Dr. Towne.  ‘Well,’ I said, ’I wouldn’t call three practising physicians, who have never seen a psychic at close range, a friendly group.’”

“Were there three doctors present?” asked Fowler.

“Yes, and my friend was a notably keen-eyed man himself.  I really had no faith that the young fellow could do anything remarkable for us, but I didn’t say so.

“We were still at the table when our young psychic was announced, and, with a knowledge of how necessary it was that he should be in a comfortable frame of mind, I went out to the library to meet him and make his acquaintance.  I wished to put him at his ease ­so far as I was concerned, at least.

“I found him to be but a pale stripling, with slender limbs and brilliant eyes.  He was plainly nervous and a little dogmatic in manner.  He told me that he was twenty-four years of age, but he did not look to be nineteen.  He said he had been aware of his power about four years, and that his grandfather and a man named ‘Evans’ were those who most frequently spoke.  ‘I have no “guides,"’ he said, rather contemptuously.

“The place for the sitting was not especially favorable.  It was a reception-room midway between the doctor’s office and the dining-room, and was rather large and difficult to close off from the rest of the house.  After the windows had been darkened in the usual manner, Peters arranged the chairs so that his seat came between Dr. Towne and Mrs. Towne.  Dr. Merriam came next to Towne.  This brought me two places away from Peters and next to a stout German woman whose name, as I understood it, was Mrs. Steinert.  On Mrs. Towne’s right sat Dr. Paul and Professor Franks, my friend.  Within the circle Towne had set a small table, on which were placed pencils and paper.  The chain was formed by locking our little fingers tightly.  If we may depend on the word of those present, this chain of hands remained unbroken for two hours.  The room at first was perfectly dark.

“For half an hour we sat at ease, talking a little now and then, but leaving the direction of the whole affair to Peters.  He hinted to us ­and this I wish to particularly emphasize ­that he went out of his body.  He said:  ’When I think toward any one or toward a thing, I am there.  I am all around it.  If I think toward a person, I am there ­all around him ­inside of him.’  In pursuit of this idea, I then asked:  ’Are you conscious of your body which you have left behind?  Are you conscious of being in the upper part of the room, for instance, and do you see your body below you?’

“‘No,’ said he; ’I am conscious of being in a certain place, but I am not conscious of being in two places at the same time.’  He told us of his development, which came about through attendance on a circle with another psychic.  He said he had been experimenting for about four years.  I asked him if it had affected his health in any way, and he replied:  ’No, it does not weary me any more than prolonged study might do.  I am very fond of playing chess, and I find that I do not play so well after a sitting ­that’s all.’  He said the only sign of the special condition which produced these phenomena was a nervous tremor in his limbs.

“The first evidence of ‘the force’ came in steady tappings upon Mrs. Towne’s chair.  The young man said:  ‘This is my friend “Evans,"’ and thereupon I began to direct the sitting through ‘Evans.’  In answer to my questions, he said that he would do what he could do for us.  I asked him if he would write, and he answered by tapping that he would try.

“Shortly after this promise, sounds as of hands were heard about the table.  Sheets of paper were plainly being written upon and torn off the pad.  One of these was flourished in my face, while the linked fingers of the psychic were firmly held by Dr. Towne and his wife.  All of those in the circle excepting Mrs. Steinert and myself were new to this business, and much impressed.

“At the precise moment when these hands were at work writing, and a little later while they patted Mrs. Towne’s cheek and tapped on the doctor’s shirt-front, I asked:  ‘Are you controlling his hands?’

“‘Yes,’ responded the doctor, who, by-the-way, is a vigorous young scientist and had never before experimented with these forces.  His reply was echoed by Mrs. Towne, who remained perfectly calm and clear-headed throughout the entire sitting.

“Thus far the phenomena were precisely similar to those we have had with Mrs. Smiley, but we were soon to have proofs of greater power.  While the chain of hands continued unbroken, mysterious fingers clutched Dr. Towne’s arm and drummed upon his shirt-front.  At length the same mystic fingers began to take off his tie, and, while I warningly called out, ‘Be sure of your psychic’s hands,’ the doctor’s collar was taken away and put around his wife’s neck.  His tie was then added to the collar.  Mrs. Towne announced that, while holding firmly to the psychic, she felt the touch of two hands about her face, and a few moments thereafter Dr. Merriam, seated next to Dr. Towne, said he felt a strong pressure upon his arm, as if some one were leaning upon it.

“A little later these hands began to unbutton Dr. Towne’s shirt-front, and several pencils were stuffed inside.  Hands patted and touched those who sat within a radius of about a yard of the psychic; apparently the forces could not reach to where I sat.  I complained of this, and almost immediately the psychic said there was some one for me, and in answer to my question, ‘Is there some one present for me?’ the pencil rapped three times upon the table in the affirmative.  At my request this ‘spirit’ wrote his name upon a piece of paper, tore it off, and threw it in my lap.  A moment later something hard and crackling came over the table.  ‘My cuffs have been removed,’ the psychic called out.

“Having in mind one of the extraordinary experiments of Zoellner, I then asked ‘Evans’ to remove Dr. Towne’s vest.  I said:  ’If we can get that, it will be in effect a confirmation of Zoellner’s theory of the fourth dimension.’

“For a few moments hands touched and patted Dr. Towne as if with intent to make this experiment but gave it up, and Peters announced that they were at work around him.  It could not have been more than a minute later when I felt something soft thrown in my lap.  I did not know what this was, and did not care to break the circle at the moment to find out, and the information was volunteered by the psychic that the ‘spirits’ had removed his vest, and this we afterward found to be the case, for at the close of the sitting his vest was lying at my feet.”

“Oh, come now,” said Miller, “you don’t intend to convey ­”

“I am telling exactly what took place,” I replied.

“Peters then said to Dr. Towne:  ’Think of some signature, not your own, that you know very well, and I will reproduce it.’  After a little silence the sound of writing could be heard, and the tap of a pencil announced that its task was done.  The sheet of paper was then ripped from the pad, a very definite action, as you may believe, and the sound of the sheet being folded was plainly heard.”

“That would require a thumb and finger and afterward two hands,” remarked Miller.

“Precisely; and they were there, notwithstanding the hands of the psychic could be felt (so Dr. Towne and Mrs. Towne both said) with no movement but a convulsive quivering.

“I then asked ‘Evans’ if he could not lift the table for us, and he replied by tapping that he would try; and a few moments later the psychic, whose hands and feet began to pass through a period of tremor, warningly called out:  ’Now please be very quiet, and don’t break the circle.’  I could hear him take a deep breath, and a moment later the table rose and passed over Mrs. Towne’s head so closely that she was obliged to lean to the right to avoid it, and we all heard it gently deposited not far from the psychic’s right hand.  While this was done, both Dr. Towne and Mrs. Towne affirmed that their fingers were locked with those of the psychic.

“Here, again, was a phenomenon, inconclusive in itself, from the fact that we could not see the table move, and yet which coheres with an immense body of inexplicable similar movements in the reports of Flammarion and Lombroso.  It was impossible for the medium to lift this weight over Mrs. Towne’s head, even if his right arm had been completely free, for the stand, though small, was heavy.  I regarded this, at the moment, as an authentic case of telekinesis, and my further experience with this psychic has not weakened that conviction.

“Shortly after this the psychic broke up the circle, saying that, as conditions were favorable, he would try to produce materialized forms.

“Taking the chair which was occupied by Mrs. Steinert, he withdrew into the passage-way leading to the dining-room, requesting that the circle resolve itself into a half-circle facing the cabinet.  You will remember that we were in a private house, and that all question of collusion is barred out.  Shortly after he took his seat in this little recess, two or three brilliant lights, like the twisting flame of a small candle ­a curious, glowing, yet not radiant violet flame ­developed, high up on the outside of the portieres which formed the cabinet, and drifted across and up toward the ceiling, where they silently vanished.  I think there must have been three of these, which were followed by a broad, glowing mass of what looked like white-hot metal ­a singular light, unlike anything I had ever seen.  It made me think of the substance described by Sir William Crookes and other experimenters abroad.  At the moment this appeared ­or possibly a little before it ­a wild whoop was heard ­very startling indeed, as if a door had suddenly been opened by a roguish boy and closed again.  This practically ended the séance.

“As we lighted up I had first interest for the object which had been thrown across to me.  It proved to be a vest, which the psychic said was his.  It was a soft gray vest, and matched his suit, and was without any trick seams ­so far as I could see ­being whole and uninjured.  In the inside pocket a folded leaf of the paper from the pad was stuffed, and on this was the signature ‘Alfred Towne,’ which Dr. Towne said was an exact reproduction of his brother’s autograph.  On the sheet of paper which had been thrown to me was the simple word ‘Taft.’  This was taken by the circle to be a prophecy on the election, but, as my wife’s family name is Taft, I put a different interpretation upon it.  On the whole, the sitting made a profound impression upon me.  It was not so much one thing as many things, all cohering with what I already knew of telekinetic phenomena.  It was not a test sitting, as Peters acknowledged, but it was by no means easy to deceive under the control we exercised.

“There were many things of interest aside from the physical happenings.  The young man did not go into a trance, but remained perfectly normal.  He took part in the conversation, answered all questions, and lent himself perfectly to the experiment.  He said that if we would sit with him again he was sure we could have more light.  ’I don’t care to be known as a medium,’ he declared.  ’I like the study of law, and I want to be a lawyer ­not a sensitive.  In the first place, the law pays better, and, in the second place, it isn’t considered a nice thing to be a medium.  However, I will sit again for you, if you want me to, and I am sure you will get many other things in the light.’  And he added to me later:  ’We can get all these phenomena with no one present but ourselves.  Come down to my home some evening and we will try again.’”

“Did you accept his invitation?” asked Miller.

“Yes; but before I did so we had another sitting at Dr. Towne’s house, which gave me a closer view of all that went on, for I was permitted to sit at his left and grip his little finger.  The circle was slightly changed the next time, and on his right sat a young lady whom we will call Miss Brown.  She was a wide-awake and very unexcitable person, and I believe kept close hold on the psychic’s right hand.  In addition to our linked fingers, the psychic’s hands were tied to ours with dental floss.

“There was considerable light in the room this time, and as the nervous tremor developed in the psychic’s hands and legs I imagined I could see a grayish vapor form just between and a little above our clasped hands.  Suddenly I saw a shadowy arm dart forth from the cloud, and I felt the clasp of a firm hand on my wrist.  It was a right hand.  ’Are you controlling the psychic’s hand?’ I demanded of Miss Brown.  ‘Yes,’ she replied, alertly.  Even as I spoke I saw the mysterious limb dart out and seize upon a pencil which lay upon the table.  Again and again I saw this ‘apparition’ emerge from that vaporous cloud and handle the pad in the middle of the table.  I could see three fingers on the under-side of the pad as it was held before the psychic’s face, and these facts I announced to the other members of the circle, who could not see as plainly as I could.  Sometimes the arm seemed white, sometimes black, and always it appeared to be a right hand.”

“That is to say, your control was more vigorous than that of Miss Brown,” remarked Miller.

“A doubter might say so, and yet the thread which bound us had some value.  One of the most extraordinary performances was the lifting of a glass of water which set in the centre of the table.  I could see the glass plainly as it rose to the psychic’s lips.  It seemed to be sustained by a broad beam of vapor, or it may have been a slim arm clothed in white.”

“Probably the psychic’s.”

“Possibly; but I don’t see how it could have been.  However, I do not place very much value upon it as standing alone, but considered in connection with the performances of Eusapia, it becomes a little more nearly credible.”

“But all this is very far from being an evidence of anything like intelligence,” protested Fowler.  “It seems very trivial to me.”

“It does not seem trivial to me,” I answered; “but I will admit that is has nothing like the value of a series of sittings I held last spring with a psychic in a mid-Western city.”