"Quick, help me up the step with her!" he commanded. and the other man obeyed. They had just placed her on the davenport in the library when Mrs. Mason, clad in her night dress, and the alert Willis, alarmed by the scream, rushed into the room. The butler tried to strike the doctor, while Mason shrieked. The watchman interfered just in time. "He's all right, ma'am. He saved her life," cried the man, coming to the occasion for once, while Alden ignored them in his professional efforts to bring the girl back to consciousness. The watchman hurriedly explained to them about the secret chamber and what he had observed. Mrs. Mason knelt at the girl's side, begging her to speak. Myra opened her eyes in a glassy stare, which was devoid of recognition. She waved her fingers in the air, as though writing a message. "Be quiet!" commanded Alden. "Don't disturb her." He drew forth a pencil and a memorandum pad, slipping the former into the tense fingers. Myra's hand moved mechanically over the paper as Alden turned his head toward her mother. "She is not sick. She is in a trance. I believe she is a born psychic?a medium. Perhaps that is the reason." Myra's mother, bending over her, read what she had unconsciously written. She screamed and staggered to her feet. The pencil dropped from Myra's hand. Alden looked at the pad, to read: "Some."  In the other world, wishes to tell you that? The sentence broke off abruptly. 