Madame Blavatsky, who employed an ‘astral bell’; and it is known to me.”
He returned the little instrument to its place upon the cabinet.
“I wonder if the fact will strike you as significant,” said he, “that the note which you have just heard can only be produced between sunrise and sunset?”
Without giving me time to reply:
“The most notable survival of black magic—that is, the scientific employment of darkness against light—is to be met with in Haiti and other islands of the West Indies.”
“You are referring to Voodooism?” I said, slowly.
He nodded, replacing his pipe between his teeth.
“A subject, Mr. Knox, which I investigated exhaustively some years ago.”
I was watching him closely as he spoke, and a shadow, a strange shadow, crept over his face, a look almost of exaltation—of mingled sorrow and gladness which I find myself quite unable to describe.
“In the West Indies, Mr. Knox,” he continued, in a strangely altered voice, “I lost all and found all. Have you ever realized, sir, that sorrow is the price we must pay for joy?”
I did not understand his question, and was still wondering about it when I heard a gentle knock, the door opened, and a woman came in.
