"It is well. We must hypnotize the thought monster and let him materialize at the seance. Then he shall destroy Myra and Alden. We have victory in our hands at last. 'Pharo is no checkmate now!" he exclaimed.
He called the monster, who looked up into the commanding stare of the fixed young eyes. The Master's hands described curious circles in the air, as he began the task of throwing the great beast into a cataleptic state. It was more difficult than he had supposed, for the monster was so supreme in evil, so lacking in intellect, that his task was lower than it would have been with a human being!
Quakerly, Mrs. Maynard gripped each other's hands nervously. Then, without warning, the curtains parted and a figure appeared, visible to them all!
The medium was now writhing in a pangs of agony.
The shade walked forth from the cunip, and dimly glowing as though composed of some phosphorescent material. It became more visible to them.
It was Mrs. Maynard's father!
Mrs. Maynard gravely a low groan, and toppled forward, her face pressing against Mrs. Maynard's arm, which trembling as in an agony, while she endeavored to support the sobbing woman.
"Mrs. Maynard, I am your father's spirit!" came the word.  A audible and yet scarcely more like a human voice than the whisper of tree tops nodding in the breeze of a astral night. "I warn you that Arthur Vamey is a member of the Park Order."
"Oh, father, it can't be true!" gasped Myra, but the spirit nodded in trembling affirmation, as its hand rested upon the girl's golden head. 