Here was a piece of rare good fortune, the coincidence of which seemed to add another link to the chain of circumstance.  As it happened I had with me the six sovereigns which I had just drawn as my week’s pay.

“Luckily,” I said, “I am able to arrange that.  I happen to have money with me.”  And I took two sovereigns from my pocket.

Annerly was delighted at our good luck.  Our preparations for the experiment were soon made.

We placed the table in the middle of the room in such a way that there could be no fear of contact or collision with any of the furniture.  The chairs were carefully set against the wall, and so placed that no two of them occupied the same place as any other two, while the pictures and ornaments about the room were left entirely undisturbed.  We were careful not to remove any of the wall-paper from the wall, nor to detach any of the window-panes from the window.  When all was ready the two sovereigns were laid side by side upon the table, with the heads up in such a way that the lower sides or tails were supported by only the table itself.  We then extinguished the light.  I said “Good night” to Annerly, and groped my way out into the dark, feverish with excitement.

My readers may well imagine my state of eagerness to know the result of the experiment.  I could scarcely sleep for anxiety to know the issue.  I had, of course, every faith in the completeness of our preparations, but was not without misgivings that the experiment might fail, as my own mental temperament and disposition might not be of the precise kind needed for the success of these experiments.

On this score, however, I need have had no alarm.  The event showed that my mind was a media, or if the word is better, a transparency, of the very first order for psychic work of this character.

In the morning Annerly came rushing over to my lodgings, his face beaming with excitement.

“Glorious, glorious,” he almost shouted, “we have succeeded!  The sovereigns are gone.  We are in direct monetary communication with Q.”

I need not dwell on the exquisite thrill of happiness which went through me.  All that day and all the following day, the sense that I was in communication with Q was ever present with me.

My only hope was that an opportunity might offer for the renewal of our inter-communication with the spirit world.

The following night my wishes were gratified.  Late in the evening Annerly called me up on the telephone.

“Come over at once to my lodgings,” he said.  “Q’s phanogram is communicating with us.”

I hastened over, and arrived almost breathless.  “Q has been here again,” said Annerly, “and appeared in the same distress as before.  A projection of him stood in the room, and kept writing with its finger on the table.  I could distinguish the word ‘sovereigns,’ but nothing more.”

“Do you not suppose,” I said, “that Q for some reason which we cannot fathom, wishes us to again leave two sovereigns for him?”