Challenger, Professor (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Spiritualism -- Fiction
“Tut! tut! The unchanging woman. They gossiped in my time and they
gossip still. No, no! We will have a look at our young friend here.
Pulse! The intermittent beat has gone. That is something gained.
Temperature ... obviously normal. Blood-pressure--still higher than I
like. Digestion--much to be desired. What you moderns call a
hunger-strike would not be amiss. Well, the general conditions are
tolerable. Let us see the local centre of the mischief. Pull your shirt
down, sir! Lie on your face. Excellent!” She passed her fingers with
great force and precision down the upper part of the spine, and then dug
in her knuckles with a sudden force which made the sufferer yelp. “That
is better! There is--as I have explained--a slight want of alignment in
the cervical vertebræ which has, as I perceive it, the effect of
lessening the foramina through which the nerve roots emerge. This has
caused compression, and as these nerves are really the conductors of
vital force, it has upset the whole equilibrium of the parts supplied.
My eyes are the same as your clumsy X-rays, and I clearly perceive that
the position is almost restored and the fatal constriction removed. I
hope, sir,” to Challenger, “that I make the pathology of this
interesting case intelligible to you.”
Challenger grunted his general hostility and disagreement.
“I will clear up any little difficulties which may linger in your mind.
But, meantime, my dear lad, you are a credit to me and I rejoice in your
progress. You will present my compliments to my colleague of earth, Dr.
Atkinson, and tell him that I can suggest nothing more. The medium is a
little weary, poor girl, so I will not remain longer to-day.”
“But you said you would tell us who you were.”
“Indeed, there is little to say. I was a very undistinguished
practitioner. I sat under the great Abernethy in my youth and perhaps
imbibed something of his methods. When I passed over in early middle age
I continued my studies and was permitted, if I could find some suitable
means of expression, to do something to help humanity. You understand,
of course, that it is only by serving and self-abnegation that we
advance in the higher world. This is my service, and I can only thank
kind Fate that I was able to find in this girl a being whose vibrations
so correspond with my own that I can easily assume control of her body.”
“And where is she?” asked the patient.
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