But I thought it preferable to stop for the moment.
Now I do not wish to say a word against my own great-grandfather. Yet in the conversations which followed on successive days I found him--how shall I put it?--unsatisfactory. He had been, when on this side--to use the term we Spiritualists prefer--a singularly able man, an English judge; so at least I have always been given to understand. But somehow Great-grandfather"s brain, on the other side, seemed to have got badly damaged. My own theory is that, living always in the bright sunshine, he had got sunstroke. But I may wrong him. Perhaps it was locomotor ataxy that he had. That he was very, very happy where he was is beyond all doubt. He said so at every conversation. But I have noticed that feeble-minded people are often happy. He said, too, that he was glad to be where he was; and on the whole I felt glad that he was too. Once or twice I thought that possibly Great-grandfather felt so happy because he had been drinking: his voice, even across the great gulf, seemed somehow to suggest it. But on being questioned he told me that where he was there was no drink and no thirst, because it was all so bright and beautiful. I asked him if he meant that it was "bone-dry" like Kansas, or whether the rich could still get it? But he didn"t answer.
Our intercourse ended in a quarrel. No doubt it was my fault. But it _did_ seem to me that Great-grandfather, who had been one of the greatest English lawyers of his day, might have handed out an opinion.
The matter came up thus: I had had an argument--it was in the middle of last winter--with some men at my club about the legal interpretation of the Adamson Law. The dispute grew bitter.
"I"m right," I said, "and I"ll prove it if you give me time to consult the authorities."
"Consult your great-grandfather!" sneered one of the men.
"All right," I said, "I will."
I walked straight across the room to the telephone and called up the agency.
"Give me my great-grandfather," I said. "I want him right away."
He was there. Good, punctual old soul, I"ll say that for him. He was there.
"Great-grandfather," I said, "I"m in a discussion here about the const.i.tutionality of the Adamson Law, involving the power of Congress under the Const.i.tution. Now, you remember the Const.i.tution when they made it. Is the law all right?"
There was silence.
"How does it stand, great-grandfather?" I said. "Will it hold water?"
Then he spoke.
"Over here," he said, "there are no laws, no members of Congress and no Adamsons; it"s all bright and beautiful and--"
"Great-grandfather," I said, as I hung up the receiver in disgust, "you are a Mutt!"
I never spoke to him again. Yet I feel sorry for him, feeble old soul, flitting about in the Illimitable, and always so punctual to hurry to the telephone, so happy, so feeble-witted and courteous; a better man, perhaps, take it all in all, than he was in life; lonely, too, it may be, out there in the Vastness. Yet I never called him up again. He is happy. Let him stay.
Indeed, my acquaintance with the spirit world might have ended at that point but for the good offices, once more, of my Friend.
"You find your great-grandfather a little slow, a little dull?" he said.
"Well, then, if you want brains, power, energy, why not call up some of the spirits of the great men, some of the leading men, for instance, of your great-grandfather"s time?"
"You"ve said it!" I exclaimed. "I"ll call up Napoleon Bonaparte."
I hurried to the agency.
"Is it possible," I asked, "for me to call up the Emperor Napoleon and talk to him?"
Possible? Certainly. It appeared that nothing was easier. In the case of Napoleon Bonaparte the nominal fee had to be ten dollars in place of five; but it seemed to me that, if Great-grandfather cost five, Napoleon Bonaparte at ten was cheapness itself.
"Will it take long to get him?" I asked anxiously.
"We"ll send out a tracer for him right away," they said.
Like Great-grandfather, Napoleon was punctual. That I will say for him.
If in any way I think less of Napoleon Bonaparte now than I did, let me at least admit that a more punctual, obliging, willing man I never talked with.
He came in two minutes.
"He"s on the line now," they said.
I took up the receiver, trembling.
"h.e.l.lo!" I called. "Est-ce que c"est l"Empereur Napoleon a qui j"ai l"honneur de parler?"
"How"s that?" said Napoleon.
"Je demande si je suis en communication avec l"Empereur Napoleon--"
"Oh," said Napoleon, "that"s all right; speak English."
"What!" I said in surprise. "You know English? I always thought you couldn"t speak a word of it."
He was silent for a minute. Then he said:
"I picked it up over here. It"s all right. Go right ahead."
"Well," I continued, "I"ve always admired you so much, your wonderful brain and genius, that I felt I wanted to speak to you and ask you how you are."
"Happy," said Napoleon, "very happy."
"That"s good," I said. "That"s fine! And how is it out there? All bright and beautiful, eh?"
"Very beautiful," said the Emperor.
"And just where are you?" I continued. "Somewhere out in the Unspeakable, I suppose, eh?"
"Yes," he answered, "out here beyond."
"That"s good," I said. "Pretty happy, eh?"
"Very happy," said Napoleon. "Tell everybody how happy I am."
"I know," I answered. "I"ll tell them all. But just now I"ve a particular thing to ask. We"ve got a big war on, pretty well the whole world in it, and I thought perhaps a few pointers from a man like you--"
But at this point the attendant touched me on the shoulder. "Your time is up," he said.
I was about to offer to pay at once for two minutes more when a better idea struck me. Talk with Napoleon? I"d do better than that. I"d call a whole War Council of great spirits, lay the war crisis before them and get the biggest brains that the world ever produced to work on how to win the war.
Who should I have? Let me see! Napoleon himself, of course. I"d bring him back. And for the sea business, the submarine problem, I"d have Nelson. George Washington, naturally, for the American end; for politics, say, good old Ben Franklin, the wisest old head that ever walked on American legs, and witty too; yes, Franklin certainly, if only for his wit to keep the council from getting gloomy; Lincoln--honest old Abe--him certainly I must have. Those and perhaps a few others.
I reckoned that a consultation at ten dollars apiece with spirits of that cla.s.s was cheap to the verge of the ludicrous. Their advice ought to be worth millions--yes, billions--to the cause.