As he approached he passed this
receptacle under her nose once, twice, three times.
Gradually Elaine fell into unconsciousness.
. . . . . . . .
While Elaine was facing death in the power of the devil
worshippers, I had reached the house of Savetsky next door with
the police, and the place had been quietly surrounded.
With the plainclothesman, a daring and intelligent fellow, I went
to the door and rang the bell.
"What can I do for you?" asked the medium, admitting us.
"My friend, here," I parleyed, "is in great business trouble. Can
your controlling spirit give him advice?"
We had managed to gain the interior of the seance room, and I
suppose there was nothing else for her to say, under the
circumstances, but, "Why--yes,--if the conditions are good, the
control can probably tell us just what he wants to know."
Savetsky set to work preparing the room for a seance. As she moved
over to the window to pull down the shades, she must have caught
sight of one or two of the policemen who had incautiously exposed
themselves from the hiding places in which I had disposed them
before we entered. At any rate, Savetsky did not lose a jot of her
remarkable composure.
"I'm sorry," she remarked merely, "but I'm afraid my control is
weak and cannot work today."
She took a step toward the door, motioning us to leave.
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