malone had lost his billet and had found his way in fleet street blocked by the rumour of his independence. his place upon the staff had been taken by a young and drunken jew, who had at once won his spurs by a series of highly humorous articles upon psychic matters, peppered with assurances that he approached the subject with a perfectly open and impartial mind. his final device of offering five thousand pounds if the spirits of the dead would place the three first horses in the coming derby, and his demonstration that ectoplasm was in truth the froth of bottled porter artfully concealed by the medium, are newspaper stunts which are within the recollection of the reader.
but the path which closed on one side had opened on the other. challenger, lost in his daring dreams and ingenious experiments, had long needed an active, clear-headed man to manage his business interests, and to control his world-wide patents. there were many devices, the fruits of his life’s work, which brought in income, but had to be carefully watched and guarded. his automatic alarm for ships in shallow waters, his device for deflecting a torpedo, his new and economical method of separating nitrogen from the air, his radical improvements in wireless transmission and his novel treatment of pitchblende, were all moneymakers. enraged by the attitude of{275} cornelius, the professor placed the management of all these in the hands of his prospective son-in-law, who diligently guarded his interests.
challenger himself had altered. his colleagues, and those about him, observed the change without clearly perceiving the cause. he was a gentler, humbler and more spiritual man. deep in his soul was the conviction that he, the champion of scientific method and of truth, had, in fact, for many years been unscientific in his methods and a formidable obstruction to the advance of the human soul through the jungle of the unknown. it was this self-condemnation which had wrought the change in his character. also, with characteristic energy, he had plunged into the wonderful literature of the subject, and as, without the prejudice which had formerly darkened his brain, he read the illuminating testimony of hare, de morgan, crookes, lombroso, barrett, lodge and so many other great men, he marvelled that he could ever for one instant have imagined that such a consensus of opinion could be founded upon error. his violent and whole-hearted nature made him take up the psychic cause with the same vehemence, and even occasionally the same intolerance with which he had once denounced it, and the old lion bared his teeth and roared back at those who had once been his associates. his remarkable article in the spectator began, “the obtuse incredulity and stubborn unreason of the prelates who refused to look through the telescope of galileo and to observe the moons of jupiter, has been far transcended in our own days by those noisy controversialists, who rashly express extreme opinions upon those psychic matters which they have never had either the time, or the inclination to examine”; while in a final sentence he expressed his conviction that his oppo{276}nents, “did not in truth represent the thought of the twentieth century, but might rather be regarded as mental fossils dug from some early pliocene horizon.” critics raised their hands in horror, as is their wont, against the robust language of the article, though violence of attack has for so many years been condoned in the case of those who are in opposition. so we may leave challenger, his black mane slowly turning to grey, but his great brain growing ever stronger and more virile as it faced such problems as the future had in store—a future which had ceased to be bounded by the narrow horizon of death, and which now stretched away into the infinite possibilities and developments of continued survival of personality, character and work.
the marriage had taken place. it was a quiet function, but no prophet could ever have foretold the guests whom enid’s father had assembled in the whitehall rooms. they were a happy crowd, all welded together by the opposition of the world, and united in one common knowledge. there was the rev. charles mason, who had officiated at the ceremony, and if ever a saint’s blessing consecrated a union, so it had been that morning. now in his black garb with his cheery, toothsome smile, he was moving about among the crowd carrying peace and kindliness with him. the yellow-bearded mailey, the old warrior, scarred with many combats and eager for more, stood beside his wife, the gentle squire who bore his weapons and nerved his arm. there was dr. maupuis from paris, trying to make the waiter understand that he wanted coffee, and being presented with toothpicks, while the gaunt lord roxton viewed his efforts with cynical amusement. there, too, was the good{277} bolsover with several of the hammersmith circle, and tom linden with his wife, and smith, the fighting bull-dog from the north, and dr. atkinson, and mervin the psychic editor with his kind wife, and the two ogilvies, and little miss delicia with her bag and her tracts, and dr. ross scotton, now successfully cured, and dr. felkin who had cured him so far as his earthly representative, nurse ursula, could fill his place. all these and many more were visible to our two-inch spectrum of colour, and audible to our four octaves of sound. how many others, outside those narrow limitations, may have added their presence and their blessing—who shall say?
one last scene before we close the record. it was in a sitting-room of the imperial hotel at folkestone. at the window sat mr. and mrs. edward malone gazing westwards down channel at an angry evening sky. great purple tentacles, threatening forerunners from what lay unseen and unknown beyond the horizon, were writhing up towards the zenith. below the little dieppe boat was panting eagerly homewards. far out the great ships were keeping mid-channel as scenting danger to come. the vague threat of that menacing sky acted subconsciously upon the minds of both of them.
“tell me, enid,” said malone, “of all our wonderful psychic experiences, which is now most vivid in your mind?”
“it is curious that you should ask, ned, for i was thinking of it at that moment. i suppose it was the association of ideas with that terrible sky. it was of miromar i was thinking, the strange mystery man with his words of doom.”
“and so was i.{278}”
“have you heard of him since?”
“once and once only. it was on a sunday morning in hyde park. he was speaking to a little group of men. i mixed with the crowd and listened. it was the same warning.”
“how did they take it? did they laugh?”
“well, you have seen and heard him. you could not laugh, could you?”
“no, indeed. but you don’t take it seriously, ned, do you? look at the solid old earth of england. look at our great hotel and the people on the lees, and the stodgy morning papers and all the settled order of a civilised land. do you really think that anything could come to destroy it all?”
“who knows? miromar is not the only one who says so.”
“does he call it the end of the world?”
“no, no, it is the rebirth of the world—of the true world, the world as god meant it to be.”
“it is a tremendous message. but what is amiss? why should so dreadful a judgment fall?”
“it is the materialism, the wooden formalities of the churches, the alienation of all spiritual impulses, the denial of the unseen, the ridicule of this new revelation—these are the causes according to him.”
“surely the world has been worse before now?”
“but never with the same advantages—never with the education and knowledge and so-called civilisation, which should have led it to higher things. look how everything has been turned to evil. we got the knowledge of airships. we bomb cities with them. we learn how to steam under the sea. we murder seamen with our new knowledge. we gain command over chemicals. we turn them into explosives or poison gases. it goes from worse to worse. at{279} the present moment every nation upon earth is plotting secretly how it can best poison the others. did god create the planet for this end, and is it likely that he will allow it to go on from bad to worse?”
“is it you or miromar who is talking now?”
“well, i have myself been brooding over the matter, and all my thoughts seem to justify his conclusions. i read a spirit message which charles mason wrote. it was: ‘the most dangerous condition for a man or a nation is when his intellectual side is more developed than his spiritual.’ is that not exactly the condition of the world to-day?”
“and how will it come?”
“ah, there i can only take miromar’s word for it. he speaks of a breaking of all the phials. there is war, famine, pestilence, earthquake, flood, tidal waves—all ending in peace and glory unutterable.”
the great purple streamers were right across the sky. a dull crimson glare, a lurid angry glow, was spreading in the west. enid shuddered as she watched it.
“one thing we have learned,” said he. “it is that two souls, where real love exists, go on and on without a break through all the spheres. why, then, should you and i fear death, or anything which life or death can bring?”
she smiled and put her hand in his.
“why, indeed?” said she.
