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“What could that possibly be?” I asked.

“They might materialize his first wife,” said she, “and could anything be more dreadful than that? I suppose that woman lived to a good old age, and to bring her forward now would be a height of cruelty of which I believe those people to be fully capable.”

“My dear,” I exclaimed, “don’t bring up any harrowing possibilities which no one but yourself is likely to think of.”

“I wish I could be sure of that,” she said. “I have heard, but I don’t know how true it is, that spirits cannot be called up and materialized unless somebody wants them, and I don’t suppose there is anybody who wants the first Mrs. Kilbright. But these men might so work on Mr. Kilbright’s mind as to make him think that he ought to want her.”

I groaned. “Dear me!” I said. “I suppose if they did that they would also bring up old Mr. Scott’s mother, and then we should have a united family.”

“And a very funny one it would be,” said my wife, smiling, notwithstanding her fears, “for now I remember that old Mr. Scott told me that his grandmother died before she was sixty, but that his mother lived to be seventy-five. Now, he is eighty, if he is a day, so there would be a regular gradation of ages in the family, only it would run backward instead of in the usual way. But, thinking it over, I don’t believe the spiritualists will permanently bring up any more of that family. If they did, they would have to support them, for they could not ask old Mr. Scott to do it, who hasn’t money enough to satisfy his descendants, and ought not to be expected to support his ancestors.”

My letter must have had a good deal of effect upon Mr. Corbridge, for in less than a week after it was written he came into my office. He informed me that he and his associates were about to give a series of seances in our town, but that he had come on before the others in order to talk to me. “I am extremely sorry,” he said, “to hear of this proposed marriage. We want to do what is right and fair, and we have no desire that any act of ours shall create a widow.”

“Then,” I exclaimed, “you relinquish your design against Mr. Kilbright?”

“Not at all,” said he. “We shall carry out our plan before our subject marries. If you choose to hurry up matters and have the wedding take place before we are ready to proceed with our dematerializing process, we shall be very sorry, but the blame must rest on you. You should have had consideration enough for all parties to prevent any such complication as an engagement to marry. As to what you said in your letter in regard to invoking the law against us, I attach no weight whatever to that threat.”

“You will find you have made a great mistake,” said I, angrily, “when I have brought the law to bear upon you, which now I shall not delay to do.”

“You will merely bring ridicule upon yourself,” he said, “if you assert that the man you wish to protect is Amos Kilbright. We can prove by records, still to be seen in Bixbury, that said person died in seventeen eighty-five. On the other hand, if you choose to assert that he is, or was, anybody else, how are you going to prove it? All that you can say is that the person you refer to came from, you knew not where, and has gone, you know not where. If you declare that at one time he was a materialized spirit, you know very well how such a statement as that would be received in a court of law. It will be much wiser to let it be supposed that the person who has lately been seen about this town has run off to Canada, than to make any sort of legal inquiry into the matter. If said person were really a man we could have nothing to do with his disappearance, while if he were a materialized spirit the law would have nothing to do with him.”