I was not prepared to make any answer on this point, but I went away with a firm resolution to protect Amos Kilbright in the full enjoyment of his reassumed physical existence, if the power of law, or any other power, could do it.

The next morning Mr. Corbridge called on me at my office.  “I shall be very sorry,” he said, “if any of my remarks of yesterday should cause unpleasant feelings between us.  We are desirous of being on good terms with everybody, especially with members of the Society for Psychical Research.  You ought to work with us.”

“We do not work with you,” I replied, “nor ever shall.  Our object is to search earnestly and honestly into the subject of spiritual manifestation, and not to make money out of unfortunate subjects of experiment.”

“You misunderstand us,” said he, “but I am not going to argue the question.  I wish to be on good terms with you and to act fairly and plainly all around.  We find that we cannot make use of the dematerialization process as soon as we expected, for the German scientist who controls it has declined to send us his formula, but has consented to come over and work it on this subject himself.  His engagements will not allow him to visit this country immediately, but he is very enthusiastic about it, and he is bound to come before long.  Now, as you seem to be interested in this ex-Kilbright, we will make you an offer.  We will give him into your charge until we want him.  He is of no use to us, as he can’t tell us anything about spiritual matters, his present memory beginning just where it broke off when he sank in the ocean in seventeen eighty-five, but he might be very useful to a man who was inclined to study up old-time manners and customs.  And so, if it suits you, we will make him over to you, agreeing to give you three days’ notice before we take any measures to dematerialize him.  We are not afraid of your getting away with him, for our power over him will be all the same, no matter where he is.”

“I will have no man made over to me,” said I, “and Mr. Kilbright being his own master, can do with himself what he pleases; but, as I said before, I shall protect him, and do everything in my power to thwart your schemes against him.  And you must remember he will have other friends besides me.  He has relatives in this town.”

“None but old Mr. Scott, at least so far as I know,” said Corbridge, “and he need not expect any help from him, for that ancient personage is a most arrant disbeliever in spiritualism.”

And with this remark he took his leave.

That very afternoon came to me Amos Kilbright, his face shining with pleasure.  He greeted me warmly, and thanked me for having so kindly offered to give him employment by which he might live and feel under obligations to no man.

I had promised nothing of the kind, and my mind was filled with abhorrence of such men as Corbridge, who would not only send a person into the other world simply to gratify a scientific curiosity or for purposes of profit, but would rehabilitate a departed spirit with all his lost needs and appetites, and then foist him upon a comparative stranger for care and sustenance.  Such conduct was not only mean, but criminal in its nature, and if there was no law against it, one ought to be made.