The Wanderings of a Spiritualist

One long stride took us to Paris, where, under the friendly and / comfortable roof of the Hotel du Louvre, we were able at last to unpack / our trunks and to steady down after this incessant movement. The first / visit which I paid in Paris was to Dr. Geley, head of the Institut / Metaphysique, at 89, Avenue Niel. Now that poor Crawford has gone, / leaving an imperishable name behind him, Geley promises to be the / greatest male practical psychic researcher, and he has advantages of / which Crawford could never boast, since the liberality of Monsieur Jean / Meyer has placed him at the head of a splendid establishment with / laboratory, photographic room, lecture room, seance room and library, / all done in the most splendid style. Unless some British patron has the / generosity and intelligence to do the same, this installation, with a / man like Geley to run it, will take the supremacy in psychic advance / from Britain, where it now lies, and transfer it to France. Our nearest / approach to something similar depends at present upon the splendid / private efforts of Mr. and Mrs. Hewat MacKenzie, in the Psychic College / at 59, Holland Park, which deserve the support of everyone who realises / the importance of the subject.

I made a _faux pas_ with the Geleys, for I volunteered to give an / exhibition of my Australian slides, and they invited a distinguished / audience of men of science to see them. Imagine my horror when I found / that my box of slides was in the luggage which Major Wood had taken on / with him in the "Naldera" to England. They were rushed over by / aeroplane, however, in response to my telegram, and so the situation was / saved.