Bartol, with tense voice, said to Stinchfield: "We have succeeded in paralleling Crookes' experiment. With this alone I can save her." The flash of radiance from the cabinet interrupted him, and a new voice--an imperative voice--called: "_Green light!_" Stinchfield turned his switch, and there in the glow of the lamp stood a tall female figure with pale, sweet, oval face and dark, mysterious eyes. "It is Altair!" exclaimed Leo. Victor shivered with awe and exalted admiration, for the eyes seemed to look straight at him. The room was filled with that familiar unaccountable odor, and a cold wind blew as before from the celestial visitant, with suggestions of limitless space and cold, white light. "_Be faithful_," the sweet Voice said. "_Do not grieve. Do your work. Good-by._" The vision lasted but an instant, but in that moment Stinchfield and Bartol both perceived the psychic in her electric prison, lying like a corpse with lolling head and ghostly, sunken cheeks. She seemed to have lost half her bulk; like a partly filled garment she draped her chair. The engineer spoke in a voice soft, pleading, husky with excitement. "May I flashlight now?" "_Not that--but this!_" uttered a man's voice, and forth from the cabinet a faintly luminous mist appeared. "_Red lamp!_" In the glow of the sixteen-candle-power light the face of a bearded man was plainly seen. It wore a look of grave expectancy. "Shall I fire?" asked Stinchfield. "_It may destroy our instrument_," answered the figure. "_But proceed._" The blinding flash which followed was accompanied by a cry, followed by a moan, and Lucy Ollnee was heard to topple from her chair to the floor. In the moment of horrified silence which followed the Voice commanded: "_Be silent! Do not stir! Turn off your current._" In his excitement Stinchfield turned off both light and current, and left the whole room in darkness. Victor was on his feet crying out: "She has fallen! She is dying!" "_Stay where you are, my son. Keep the room dark. We will take care of your mother._" So absolute was his faith at the moment, Victor resumed his seat, though he was trembling with fear. Leo reached for his hand. "Don't be frightened. They will care for her." "We have witnessed the miraculous," declared Bartol, stricken into irresolution by what had taken place. Mrs. Joyce, accustomed to these marvels, added her word of warning. "Don't go to her yet. Spirits are all about her. It has been a terrible shock, but they will heal her." Stunned silent, baffled by what he had seen, the scientist sat with his hand on the switches controlling the lights ready to carry out the orders of his invisible colleague. "_Red light!_" commanded the Voice. "_Approach--quietly. Victor, take charge of your mother's body. She will not re-enter it. Her spirit is with us._" Victor went forward and knelt in agony while the engineer lifted the cage and delivered the unconscious psychic into his hands.