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Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962

"The Gloved Hand"

In the end, I had a vision--a dreadful vision."
She pressed her hands to her eyes, as though it was still before her.
"The vision of your father's death?" I questioned.
She nodded.
"With Swain as the murderer?"
"How did you know?" she asked, astonished.
"Because he induced the same vision in me the next evening. But don't
let me interrupt."
"I don't know how long the seance lasted," she continued; "some hours,
I suppose, for it was dark when I again realised where I was. And
after dinner, there was another; and then at midnight he led me to the
roof and invoked what he called an astral benediction--a wonderful,
wonderful thing...."
Godfrey smiled drily.
"You were over-wrought, Miss Vaughan," he said, "and straight from a
spell of crystal-gazing. No wonder it impressed you. But it was really
only a clever trick."
"I realise, now, that it must have been a trick," she agreed; "but at
the time it seemed an unquestionable proof of his divine power. When
it was over, I had just sufficient strength of will remaining to tear
myself away from him and gain my own room and lock the door."
"You mean he tried to detain you?"
"Not with his hands.


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