May I do this ?" "If you please," I answered.
He wrote rapidly in pencil on a card of his own: "MADAME DENISE, "36, Avenue du Midi, "Paris," and handed it to me.

I stood still where I had risen, thinking deeply.
I had been impressed and somewhat startled by Cellini's story; but I was in no way alarmed at the idea of trusting myself to the hands of a physical electrician such as Heliobas professed to be.

I knew that there were many cases of serious illnesses being cured by means of electricity--that electric baths and electric appliances of all descriptions were in ordinary use; and I saw no reason to be surprised at the fact of a man being in existence who had cultivated electric force within himself to such an extent that he was able to use it as a healing power.

There seemed to me to be really nothing extraordinary in it.

The only part of Cellini's narration I did not credit was the soul-transmigration he professed to have experienced; and I put that down to the over-excitement of his imagination at the time of his first interview with Heliobas.