“Yes,” he said, “I deceased in 1785, being then in my thirtieth year.  I was a citizen of Bixbury, on the Massachusetts coast, but I am not unconnected with this place.  Old Mr. Scott, of your town, is my grandson.”

I am obliged to chronicle the fact that my present part in this conversation consisted entirely of ejaculations.  “Old Mr. Scott your grandson!” I said.

“Yes,” he replied; “my daughter, who was but two years old when I left her, married Lemuel Scott, of Bixbury, who moved to this town soon after old Mr. Scott was born.  It was, indeed, on account of this good old man that I became materialized.  He was present at the private seance of which I have spoken, and being asked if he would like to see a person from the other world, he replied that he should be pleased to behold his grandfather.  When the necessary influences were set to work I appeared.  The spiritualists, who, without much thought, had conceived the idea that the grandfather of old Mr. Scott ought, in the ordinary nature of things, to be a very venerable personage, were disappointed when they saw me, and concluded I was one who, by some mistake, had been wrongfully summoned.  They, therefore, set me aside, as it were, and occupied themselves with other matters.  Old Mr. Scott went away unsatisfied, and strengthened in his disbelief in the powers of the spiritualists, while I, as I have before said, was left unnoticed under the power of the materializing force, until I was made corporeal as I am now.  When the spiritualists discovered what had happened they were much disturbed, and immediately set about to dematerialize me, for it is not their purpose or desire to cause departed spirits to again become inhabitants of this world.  But all their efforts were of no avail.  I remained as much a man as anyone of themselves.  They found me in full health and vigor, for I had never had a day’s sickness in my life, having come to my death by drowning while foolishly swimming too far from land in a strong ebb tide, and my body, being carried out to sea, was never recovered.  Being thus put to their wit’s end, they determined to keep the matter privy, and to make the best of it, and the first necessity was to provide me with clothing, for on my second entrance into this world I was as totally without apparel as when I first came into it.  They gave me these garments of the ordinary fashion of the day, but to which I find myself much unaccustomed, and enjoined upon me to keep silent in regard to what had happened; fearing, as I was made aware by some unguarded words, that their efforts to dematerialize me might bring them into trouble.”

My professional instincts now came to the front.  “That would be murder,” I said, “and nothing less.”