n the spirit world. Oh no!"

"Anyway, the thing is not capable of proof."

"Yes, it is, if you will not shut your mind against the evidence. Oh,"
she pleaded, "if you only had faith enough to let Dr. Leroy treat
Penelope! What harm could it do? You say yourself this is a case of dual
personality. Do you know how to cure that trouble? Do you?" she
insisted.

"Perhaps not," he admitted, "but--that is not the only thing. It must be
made clear to me how Mrs. Wells came into possession of an extremely
precious secret of the war department."

The medium's face shone with an inspired light as she answered: "That is
the work of an evil entity, doctor, I know what I am saying. You _must_
let me prove it. Look at that young woman--honored by all the world."
She pointed to Penelope resting peacefully. "Think what she has done!
Think of her bravery, her kindness, her sincerity. Look at Captain
Herrick--the soul of honor! You know him, doctor, I tell you it is
impossible that these two are guilty of treason."

Dr. Owen could not resist the power of this appeal. He was deeply moved
in spite of himself. "You say you can prove that Mrs. Wells is possessed
by an evil spirit? How can you prove it?"

"Give me permission to take Penelope to Dr. Leroy's hospital for a few
days--will you?" she begged. "You will see for yourself that I am
right."

"See for myself? Great heavens! You don't mean to tell me that--?" the
doctor stopped short before the vivid memory of those white shapes that
this woman once before had so strangely evoked.

Seraphine stood silent in deep concentration, then she said slowly:
"Yes, that is what I mean. I believe that God, for His great purposes,
will let you _see_ this evil spirit."

CHAPTER XIII

TERROR

(_Statement by Seraphine_)

At the request of Dr. William Owen I am writing this account of what
happened last night after Roberta Vallis' party. What happened during
the party was terrible enough, but what came later, after the doctor and
the guests had gone and we three women were alone together, Roberta and
Penelope and I, was infinitely worse.

I am told to put down details of the night, as far as I can remember
them, so that these may be kept in the records of the American Occult
Society. There never was a clearer case of an evil spirit working
destructively against a living person, although other noble souls have
faced a similar ordeal, especially returned soldiers and Red Cross
work