So far, and only so far, music is your own.
But are you convinced?
or do you think you have been dreaming all that you heard just now ?" I rose from the organ, closed it gently, and, moved by a sudden impulse, held out both my hands to Heliobas.

He took them and held them in a friendly clasp, watching me intently as I spoke.
"I believe in YOU," I said firmly; "and I know thoroughly well that I was not dreaming; I certainly heard strange music, and entrancing voices.

But in acknowledging your powers over something unseen, I must explain to you the incredulity I at first felt, which I believe annoyed you.

I was made sceptical on one occasion, by attending a so-called spiritual seance, where they tried to convince me of the truth of table-turning--" Heliobas laughed softly, still holding my hands.
"Your reason will at once tell you that disembodied spirits never become so undignified as to upset furniture or rap on tables.

Neither do they write letters in pen and ink and put them under doors.
Spiritual beings are purely spiritual; they cannot touch anything human, much less deal in such vulgar display as the throwing about of chairs, and the opening of locked sideboards.