“You give me the opportunity to introduce my subject,” he said, “for it bears directly on Sir Walter’s intentions, and it is in my power, as I devoutly believe, to free him swiftly of any further need to remain here.  I am, of course, prepared to argue for my purpose, but would rather not do so.  Briefly, I hold it a vital obligation to spend this night in the Grey Room, and I ask that no obstacle of any kind be raised to prevent my doing so.  The wisdom of man is foolishness before the wit of God, and what I desire to do is God’s will and wish, impressed upon me while I knelt for long hours and prayed to know it.  I am convinced, and that should be enough.  In this matter I am far from satisfied that all has yet been done, within the Almighty’s purpose and direction, to discover the mystery of our terrible loss.  But He helps those who help themselves, remember, and I owe it to my son, Sir Walter, and you owe it to your daughter Mary first, and the community also, to take such steps as Heaven, through me, has now directed.”

They were for a moment struck dumb by this extraordinary assertion and demand.  A thousand objections leaped to the lips of the elder men, and Mr. Prodgers, a devout young Christian of poor physique but great spiritual courage, found himself as interested by this fearless demand of faith as the others were alarmed by it.

Sir Walter spoke.

“We know it is so, May.  None recognizes our obligations, both to the living and the dead, more acutely than I do.  A very famous man of European reputation will be here to-morrow, and if you, too, desire a representative, you have only got to say so.”

“I desire no representative armed with material craft or knowledge of criminal procedure.  I am my own representative, and I come armed with greater power than any you can command on earth, Sir Walter.  I mean my Maker’s response to my prayer.  I must spend the night in that room, and cannot leave Chadlands until I have done so.  I trust to no human expedient or precaution, for such things would actually disarm me; but my faith is in the God I have served to the best of my power from my youth up.  I entertain not the least shadow of fear or doubt.  To fear or doubt would be to fail.  I rely absolutely on the Supreme Being who has permitted this unspeakable sorrow to fall upon us, and there is no living man less likely than myself to fall a victim to the unknown spirit hidden here and permitted to exercise such awful control over us.  The time has come to challenge that spirit in the name of its Maker, and to cleanse your house once and for all of something which, potent for evil though it is allowed to be, must yield to the forces of the Most High, even in the feeble hand of His minister.”

The doctor spoke.

“Is it possible, sir, that you attribute your son’s death to anything but natural physical forces?” he asked.