We discussed the implications of the sittings we had already held. "It isn't one thing only," he reminded me; "it is because of the larger fact that one phenomenon supports another that one comes to believe. Thus far to-night we have _proved_ that Mrs. Smiley is not concerned with the drumming on the cone, haven't we?" "Yes; but I want to hold her hands while the drumming takes place. I want to hear her voice at the same time with 'Mitchell's.'" "We'll get it," he responded, confidently. And a little later we returned to the room where our psychic was sitting, still in deep trance. After some moments of waiting, "Maudie" said: "Mr. Mitchell says take the table away and put the cone in its place." We moved the table a short distance to the left, and I put the cone in the centre of the rug where the table had stood, and marked the position of the cone. The psychic then passed through a period of suffering, of effort, but nothing took place. Again "Maudie" spoke, asking us to restore the table and cone to their former positions. "Evidently the experiment designed by 'Mitchell' has failed," I said, "but these failures instruct us." A convulsive restlessness again seized upon the psychic, and "Maudie" asked us to sing. I hummed softly, in order to hear anything that might take place. A minute clicking sound at once developed, as though some one were lightly beating the cone with a key. These clicks answered our questions. It was "Wilbur" once more. I asked him if he were going to be able to speak to us, and he tapped "_Yes_." Soon after this the cone was swung into the air and "Wilbur's" throaty whisper was heard. I asked him if the psychic could not be awake and speak while he was present, and he answered: "_Yes; we have planned that._" Even as he spoke Mrs. Smiley passed into what seemed like a struggle for breath and awoke! "Are you with us, Mrs. Smiley?" asked Fowler. "Yes. What time is it?" "About half-past eight. How do you feel?" "Very numb and cold," she answered, plaintively. "I don't wonder at that," I remarked. "You've been sitting there for five hours." "Is anybody present?" she asked, anxiously. I knew what she meant, and answered: "Yes, 'Wilbur' is here--or was a few moments ago. Are you still with us, 'Wilbur'?" A rapping on the cone made vigorous answer, and a few seconds later the cone took flight and "Wilbur's" voice resumed general conversation with us. It was noticeable to me all through this sitting, as at others, that neither "Wilbur" nor "Mitchell" nor "Maud" ever addressed the psychic; _they spoke of her, but never to her_. I requested further tests. "'Wilbur,' I want the privilege of going to the psychic's side. I don't like this long-distance experiment. I want to get closer to these facts--if they are facts." "_You shall have the privilege_," was the reassuring answer. "Shall I go now?"