“All will be well, my friend,” she murmured, sinking down with an air of exhaustion on the lid of an ancient stone coffin that lay half overgrown with ivy at our feet.  “The danger will be averted if you act with courage; only keep your hold on my hand and the Unseen Influences have no power to hurt us!  Now drink this.”  With these words she offered me a small bottle of a dull blue colour and very curious shape.

I examined the little flask suspiciously.  I had a hazy impression that I had once seen something like it in the British Museum.

“Never can I reveal by what means I procured this invaluable treasure and the precious fluid that it contains,” replied Irene in answer to my inquisitive glance.  “Suffice it to say that for countless ages they lay concealed in the cerements of a mummy.”

That settled me.  I instantly resolved that no power on earth should induce me to taste the nasty mess.  A bright thought occurred to me—­I would base my refusal upon grounds which even Irene could scarcely combat.

“I am dreadfully sorry,” I whispered, “but it upsets me to drink anything except water; in fact I can’t do it, the consequences would be too horrible!  I need not particularise, but literally I couldn’t keep it down a minute.  So it seems hardly worth while to risk wasting this valuable fluid.”

“And am I to be baffled at this hour by Human Weakness!” cried Irene, stamping with suppressed rage.  “It shall not be!  Ha!  I have it!  The odour alone may be sufficiently powerful to work our purpose.”  And uncorking the bottle, she held it towards me.

The smell was pungent but not disagreeable.

“Now all is completed,” she said, when I had inhaled a few whiffs.  “You have only to gaze before you, and wish with all the force of your will that my Beloved may appear.”

We stood perfectly still, hand clasped in hand.  Irene had risen from her grim seat, and was leaning against me for support.  Her cloak had fallen off, and I thought that she looked like a beautiful spirit herself against the dark background of ivy.  In obedience to her orders, I fixed my eyes on space and tried to wish.

Hardly had I begun, when a figure emerged from behind the opposite wall and glided slowly across the chapel towards us.  I was so amazed that I could hardly believe the evidence of my senses.  As for Irene, she only smiled with ineffable bliss, as if it were exactly what she had expected all along.

It was rather a cloudy night, so that I had great difficulty in following the movements of the mysterious figure.  When it gained the centre of the chapel it paused, and then slowly turned towards the wall of the house.  As far as I could see, it was making some wild motion with its upraised arms, whether of benediction or menace it was impossible to discern at that distance; but I could not shake off a horrid impression that it was cursing the slumbering inmates.  And then, wonderful to relate, whilst my eyes were fixed upon the dark figure, it began slowly to rise into the air!