great
and prolonged applause, that, after a little adjustment of the
"Sympathetic Transmitter," it was found that by the sounding of one of
the small English tuning forks I had brought with me from the other side
of the Atlantic, upon the said "Transmitter," I could myself start the
vibrodyne, and cause it to revolve rapidly, without Mr Keely's
intervention, and I exhibited to the meeting, the fork actually used by
me.--Thanking you in anticipation, etc., I am, sir, yours obediently,
W. LASCELLES-SCOTT.

One would have supposed that this testimony, in addition to that of
other scientists and practical electricians, would have sufficed to
disintegrate Atomic Stupidity and Calumny, and liberate the forces of
Humility and Sane Investigation.

But prejudiced Ignorance dies hard!

* * * * *

To end my chapter on a pleasanter note than this, I will quote from a
private letter which I have been privileged to read, the beautiful words
in which Keely describes his own achievements.

_I have no power that is not communicated to me in the same way that
this machine receives its power: through celestial radiation from the
Soul of Matter, the Mind force of the Creator, whose instrument I am. I
know who is leading me and making all things work together for good._

CHAPTER XI

A HAUNTED CASTLE IN IRELAND

In the year 1898 I was spending a few days in Castle Rush, which has
been described by Mr W. T. Stead as the most haunted castle in Ireland.
It is one of the few old Irish castles still inhabited, and is naturally
haunted by the ghosts of the past in every meaning of the word.

At the time of my stay I was recovering from a severe illness, and, in
fact, was sent off to bed immediately upon arrival by my kind hostess,
who, with true hospitality, thought more of her guest's comfort than the
conventionalities of life, and would not hear of my lingering, even to
make acquaintance with my host, on the dark autumnal evening of my
arrival.

This had taken place after driving many miles and waiting for a dreary
long time in the little inn of a small Irish township. My doctor would
not hear of any railway travelling just then, so the whole forty miles
from my last stopping-place had to be negotiated between the carriages
of my past and present hospitable hosts.

As a matter of fact, I believe I slept in one of the haunted rooms, but