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serves to lend that touch of horror to the tale which renders it more
thrilling than any story which the most daring novelist would
venture to create.

"A young girl, who is not yet 20, has been in the habit for some
time past of attending seances held by the Cardiff Psychological
Society. One night at a seance, while in a state of trance, she was
seized with a strange convulsion. Through her lips came the
words:

"'I--WILL--have--my--revenge.'

"'Who are you, friend?' asked the interlocutor.

"'David--Thomas. I--was--shot.'

"This entirely unexpected answer was followed by sensational
statements concerning the murder and the identity of the murderer.
Some days after she was taken out to Fairwater--which she had
never before visited--and reenacted in a trance the scene of the
murder.

"The story leaked out, and came to the ears of the _Western Mail_.
Doubts were cast at once on the _bona fides_ of the girl and the
whole story. An offer was made to repeat the experiment in the
presence of two _Mail_ representatives. The offer was accepted,
and one night this week, at ten o'clock, the little party met outside
the Railway Inn, where poor David Thomas had had his last drink.

"A start was made. The medium walked at an easy pace between a
male and female friend, whose arms were linked. The faint outline
of the road ahead led always on towards a wall of blackness.

"At last they came near Fairwater. Suddenly the medium spoke:

"'I see a pistol right in front of me--held towards me--it is a shiny
one--there it is, held up--it has a large mouth.'

"Forty yards farther on the medium spoke again: 'Hark! I hear
footsteps! I see a man!'

"'Where?'

"'Right in front of us. There he is, creeping along the hedge. He is
keeping out of sight.'

"'What is he like? How is he dressed?'

"The medium described her vision very minutely. Her pace
increased suddenly; she dragged her linked companions on with a
lurch forward. The farmhouse where she first saw the phantom
stranger was well passed. She was following him, eagerly now.

"A piercing scream came from the girl. A pressman sprang to her
side and helped to prevent her body pitching headlong forward.

"This was at the spot where David Thomas fell at the first shot.

"'O--o--oh!' moaned the medium, twisting her left arm round to
the back, to a spot immediately below the shoulder-blade, as if in
intense agony. Then, supported on either side, she staggered
forwa