ed by them, penetrated by them.

"That was a crude beginning," Leroy went on, "but it drove away those
obstinate headaches for three months; then a second laying on of hands
completed the cure. After that, as months passed, other persons were
cured in the same way--especially nervous cases. Whatever these blue
streams are, they benefit the patient in most cases. One woman told me,
during a treatment, that _she saw blue shapes about her_!"

"You hypnotized her," declared Owen.

"Possibly. I did not intend to."

"What I want to know is, have you ever treated a case like this one of
Mrs. Wells?"

"Yes, I treated a young woman in Mrs. Wells' profession, a trained
nurse. She came of good family and was very intelligent, but she was
driven toward certain forms of depravity. It was pretty bad. All efforts
to change her had failed and, at last, her mother in desperation decided
to try psychic treatment."

"And you cured her?"

"Yes. She is now doing useful work in Washington for the Red Cross."

"How did you cure her--it wasn't simply by the laying on of hands, was
it?"

"No. I recognize the necessity of getting at the forgotten or concealed
causes of these abnormalities, just as Freud does in his
psycho-analysis, but, instead of following the uncertain trail of
dreams, I conceived the idea of discovering the truth by clairvoyant
revelation. I engaged Mrs. Seraphine Walters to assist me in my work.
She has astonishing psychic gifts and--" he hesitated.

"Yes?"

"In her entranced condition, Mrs. Walters discovered things about this
young woman, painful things that had been hidden for years and--well, I
was able to relieve her of her fears and check her waywardness," he
concluded abruptly.

"But the details? Tell me more about this case. What were the painful
things that Mrs. Walters discovered?"

Leroy shook his head.

"What's the use? I can state the result of my treatment, but if I go
into details, if I try to make you understand the cause of this young
woman's evil desires and how I overcame them--" he paused, his eyes
shining with an inspired light. "Don't you see, doctor, you and I do not
speak the same language. You are always in opposition. You have no
faith. It's your narrow training."

"Narrow?" snorted the other.

"Yes, you scientists are childishly narrow. You believe in atoms and
ions and electrons that you have never seen and never will see, but if
anyone mentions secrets of the soul that contr