against a vampire or a vitalized corpse, but against a thing which had a psychoplasmic body. Ha, that was not so difficult, for I knew all surely that the powerful vibrations of the Röntgen ray would batter it to nothingness if I could but contrive to lure it within range of my machine.
"Good, then. Madame Elaine is cruel, vicious, lustful. Also she is panting for revenge on Madame Agnes, and perhaps she tires of making savage love to Monsieur Frazier, and will do him violence, too. So I contrive my plan. With an imitation of the pearls we lured her to the house. She comes, all filled with fury to wreak a horrid vengeance on Monsieur and Madame Taviton. She strikes, mon Dieu, how savagely she strikes! But so do I, by blue! I have rented from the dental depot a small X-ray apparatus, one which can be aimed as though it were a gun. When her fierce specter rises in our midst I meet it with my X-ray fire. I wither her, I break her up, parbleu, I utterly destroy her, me!
"Meanwhile, I have arrangements made with Monsieur Martin. He has disinterred her body, has it ready at the crematory, waiting my instructions. The minute I have triumphed with my X-ray gun, I call him on the telephone. Immediately into the retort of the crematory goes all that is mortal of Madame Elaine. Into nothingness goes that spirit-form she has constructed with such labor. Body and spirit, she is through, completed; finished! Yes, it is so."
"But d'ye mean to tell me you can destroy a ghost with Röntgen rays?” I asked incredulously.
"Tell me, my friend," he answered earnestly, "were you in the Taviton drawing-room this evening?"
"Why, of course, but"
"And did you see what happened when I turned the X-ray on that spectral horror?"
"I did, but"
"Then why ask foolish questions? Are not your own two eyes sufficient witnesses?"
Silenced, I ruminated for a moment; then: "Elaine was beautiful,” I mused aloud, "yet that thing we saw tonight was"
"The death mask of her soul!" he supplied. "The body she was born into was beautiful, but her soul and mind were hideous. When she was no longer able to dwell in her natural body, she made herself a second body out of psychoplasm. And it matched the mind which fashioned it as a plastic cast will duplicate the model to which it is applied. The creature which the world saw while she was in the flesh was a false-face, the whitewashed outside of the reeking charnel which was she. Tonight we saw her as she truly was. Tiens, the sight was not a pretty one, I think."
"But"
"Ah bah!" he interrupted with a yawn. "Why speculate? I have told you all I know, and much that I surmise. Me, I am tired as twenty horses. Let us take a drink and go to sleep, my friend. What greater happiness can life give tired men?"
