"
Eldridge was listening with the keenest attention, his cold gray eyes
glittering frostily behind their toric lenses.
"You support your major hypothesis, I suppose?" he demand calmly.
"By wireless messages sent from Monsieur X to McCarthy, in which he
predicts or appoints in advance the exact hour at which these
manifestations take place."
"In advance, I understand you to say?"
"Precisely."
"The proof is as conclusive for merely prophetic ability as for power
over the phenomena."
"In formal logic; not in common sense."
Eldridge reflected a moment further, removing his glasses, with the edge
of which he tapped methodically the palm of his left hand. Helen had sunk
back into the depths of her armchair, and was watching with immobile
countenance but vividly interested eyes the progress of the duel.
"Granting for the moment your major hypothesis," Eldridge stated at last,
"I follow your other essential statements. The man is unbalanced because
he chooses such a method of accomplishing a simple end."
"Quite so."
"His power is limited because it has been applied to but one manifestation
of etheric vibration at a time; and each manifestation has had a defined
duration."
Darrow bowed. "You are the only original think-tank," he quoted
Hallowell's earlier remark.
"You are most kind to place me in possession of these additional facts,"
said Eldridge, resuming his glasses, "for naturally my conclusions, based
on incomplete premises, could hardly be considered more than tentative.
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