And the rocks were close abeam, Plank--very close--when she spoke to me over the wires, through the rain, that dark day in March." He moistened his lips feverishly.
"She said that I might see her.

I have waited a long time.

I have taken my fighting chance again and I've won out, so far." He looked up at Plank, curiously embarrassed: "Your body is normal; your intelligence wholesome, balanced, sane; and I want to ask you if you think that perhaps, without understanding how, I have found in her, or through her, in some way, the spiritual source that I think might help me to help myself ?" And, as Plank made no reply: "Or am I talking sentimental cant?
Don't answer, if you think that.
I can't trust my own mind any more, anyway; and," with an ugly laugh, "I'll know it all some day--the sooner the better!" "Don't say that!" growled Plank.

"You were sane a moment ago." Siward looked up sharply, but the other silenced him with a gesture.
"Wait! You asked me a perfectly sane question--so wholesome, so normal, that I'm trying to frame an answer worthy of it! I intimated that after the physical, the mental, the ethical phenomena, there remained always the spiritual instinct.

Like a wireless current, if a man can establish communication it is well for him, whatever the method.