Still, they could not believe
their own senses, it was all so strange. But the writing on the
wall--what did it mean, and how came it there? God only knew.
As Doctor Caritte stood in the doorway for a moment wondering to himself
what it all meant, a large piece of plaster came flying from the wall of
the room, having in its flight turned a corner and fallen at his feet.
The good doctor picked it up mechanically and placed it on a chair. He
was too astonished to speak. Just as he did so, the poundings commenced
again with redoubled power, this time shaking the entire room. It must
be remembered that during all this time Esther lay upon the bed, almost
frightened to death by what was occurring. After this state of things
had continued for about two hours, everything became quiet and she went
to sleep. The doctor said he would not give her any medicine until the
next morning, when he would call at nine and give her something to quiet
her nerves; for she was certainly suffering from some nervous trouble.
As to the sounds and movements of objects, he could not account for
them, but thought if she became strong again they would cease.
Pages:
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59