Publisher's Synopsis
"The strange, unbidden sentence stirred her. Her head moved slightly; she smiled. Gazing into my eyes intently, as though to dispel a mist that shrouded both our minds, she went on in a whisper that yet was startlingly distinct, though with little pauses drawn out between the phrases: You . . . I sang into . . . evil. . . ." "Long before you have reached this point you will, I know, have reached also the conclusion (with a sigh) that I am embarked upon some commonplace experience of ghostly return, or, at least, of posthumous communication. Perhaps I wrong you here, but in any case I would at once correct the inference, if it has been drawn. You remember our adventures with the séance-mongers years ago. . . ? "The more remarkable, therefore, is the statement truth now compels me to confess to you -- namely, that this origin is recognizable, and that I have traced in part the name it owns to." (Jacketless library hardcover)
