Margaret started forward, crying out: "Take care, Father! Take care! He may injure you!" "Not now, my dear!" he answered as he moved towards the stairway.

Her face fell.

"Where are you going ?" she asked in a faint voice.
"To the kitchen," he answered.

"Fire will take away all danger for the future; even an astral body cannot materialise from ashes!" He signed to us to follow him.

Margaret turned away with a sob.