I shall be at
rest. Good-by.
I wish I could describe to you the sensation which shook me as I
witnessed this miracle. For there the words were, and I had seen them
flow smoothly from an invisible pen--from Peter Magnus' pen, for the
writing was his.
"I have the money," I said, and I caught up my bag from the floor,
unlocked it, and took out the five sealed packets. "There are one
hundred hundred-dollar bills in each," I explained, almost as if he
could hear me--indeed, I was quite sure at the moment that he did hear
me; and I passed the packets over to Mrs. Magnus.
Without a word she placed them on the desk, then turned to me.
"Come," she said. "That is all. Good-by, Peter," she added, and there
was a little sob in her voice. "God bless you."
Was it my fancy, or did something like a sigh come from that unseen
presence in the chair? It was in a sort of maze that I followed Mrs.
Magnus from the room. She switched off the light and then closed the
door.
"Thank God that is over," she said.
I suddenly realized that my face was dripping with perspiration, and I
mopped it feverishly with my handkerchief.
"I would never have believed," I began stammeringly; "I never
thought--why, it's a miracle--it's--"
"Yes, a miracle," repeated Mrs. Magnus. "Though there have been many
instances of the dead returning."
"Have there?" I asked. "Well, of course, I have heard of them, but I
never thought them worthy of belief. But now--"
We had reached the foot of the stairs, and I got my coat down from the
rack and struggled into it.
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