The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1907-11-08

front Of the dressing table, I sank into
sleep"
And your dream?" Megbie said,
quickly.
She started. "Ah, you know" she
said. 1.-THE spirit Of Eustace Charlie
wood could not tell me while I was
conscious, but in sleep he could in
fluence my brain in some other mys-
FERROUS way! dreamed that Gerald
was in a sort OF cell. By some mean
OF other l knew that 1t was under
ground. A man was there, a man
who l have seen, a mana horrible
creature-who is a fellow worker OF
Sir William Gouldesbrough. The man
was doing something to Gerald; I
couldn't see what it was. Then the
picture faded away. l seemed to be
moving rapidly in a cold, empty place
where there was no wind or air, sound,
or-or- l can't describe 1t. It was
a sort Of between place."
"And them"
Then l saw you standing by the
side of Sir William Gouldesbrough. 1t
vas at the party-Lord Malvin's
party, which we had just left. I saw
this as if from a vast distance. 1t
was a tiny, tiny picture, just as II n
could see something going on under a
miscroscope! Sir William was talking
to some n whom l couldn't ee. But
I knew 1t was myself, that I was look
ing at the exact scene which had hap
pened at the party when you we're
going away with Sir William and he
had stopped on the way to ask me to
go to supper with him. And. strangely
enough, in another part Of my mind,
the sub-conscious part, I suppose, I
knew that I was looking at an event
Of the past and that this was the res
son why it seemed so tiny and far of.
The picture went away In a fash-just
like an y winking. You've been to
one of those bicgraph shows and seen
how suddenly the picture upon the
screen goes? Well, 1t was just like
that. Then a voice was speaking-a
very thin and very distant voice. II
one could telephone to the moon one
would near the voice at the other end
just like that, I should think. And
though the voice was SO tiny 1t was
quite distinct, and 1t had a note of
terrible entreaty. Go to Donald
Megbie,' 1t said; go at once to Don
aid Megbie, the writer. He will help.
There is still time. Go to Donald
Megbie. l have been able to com
municate with him. He has the silver
-Gerald-' And then, Mr.. Megbie,
the voice stopped suddenly. Those
were the exact words. What they
meant l did not know. But when l
awoke they remained ringing in my
ears like the echo Of a bell heard owe
a wide expanse OF country. In the
morning I resolved to come to you. l
didn't know where you lived, but I
looked you up in Who's Who And
as soon as I could get away without
any one knowing, l came here"
Donald Megbie rose from his chair.
He realized at once that 1t was neces-
sary to keep the same high tension Of
this interview. If that were lost ev-
erything would go.
7 know what the poor troubled
spirit-if it is a spirit-of the man
Charliewood meant by his last words.
There Is a thing called psychometry,
Miss Poole. In brief, it means that any
article which belongs, or has belonged,
to any one somehow retains a part Of
their personality. 1t may we'll be that
the mysterious thought vibrations
which Sir William Gouldesbrough has
discovered a linger about an actual
and material Object. Last night, when
Sir William left me to take you In to
supper at Lord Malvin's, he left his
cigarette case behind him in the con-
%servatory where we had been sitting.
l didn't want to bother him then, so I
put it In my pocket, intending to send
it to him to-day. Here it is. It be-
longed to Gerald Rathbone. I found
it in Sir Williams possession, and I
believe that it has been the means
owing to some law or force which we
do not yet understand-of bringing US
together this morning"
He handed her the cigarette case.
Neither of them could know that
this was the case which Eustace
Charliewood had found in the pocket
Of R~athbone's fur coat when he had
taken 1t frem the Bond street c~oiffeur's
In mistake. Neither Of them could sec
how 1t had been restored by Charlie
wood to Rathbone, and had been ap-
propriated by Mr.. Guest when the
captive had been taken to his silent
place below the old house in Regents
Park. And even Sir William Gouldes-
btough did not know that he had seen
the thing in his study just as he was
starting for Lord Malvin's house, and
had absently slipped 1t into his pocket,
thinking 1t was his own.
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