(Part 3)

The very next day...

Thomas ('Shure-Lock') Ohms has a chat... with his good friend, Dr. John Watts's son, 'Johnny', in Ohms' study:

Johnny: "Why, Tommy... If this bloke Tulsa is truly communicating with The Dead... Bonkers & Blimey! Incredible!"

Ohms: "Yes, quite right... This could change everything... Atheistic beliefs... Not to mention Life Insurance, possibly?"

Johnny: "I think that I get your meaning... That if the real 'Us' never dies... My god... That would change a lot, surely!"

A knock comes upon the front door of Thomas Ohms' Downy Street apartment... Mrs. Judson lets 'Someone' inside...

It is none other than Chief Inspector Lester... of the New Scotland Yard Constabulary. Something Big... is underfoot? Aye!

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A private audience is soon assembled, brought together by Ohms and Inspector Lester. A Queen's Performance for The Sovereign.

Besides those three high-ranking citizens of the Wide Commonwealth, Professor Lyman Tulsa is there with his 'Dead Box'.

Lyman also has an assistant... a bright and talented young woman, hailing from the coast of Florida in the States.

She helps put Tulsa in a relaxed state of mind... For, to use The Box, focused mental concentration is a must.

Tulsa gets a cerebral massage to his forehead... Then the lady assistant, Emma by name, puts the special

headset on Prof. Tulsa's ears, with a copper contact touching his forehead, near the rumored 'Third Eye'.

The sight of the pineal gland, that mystics in India say can open up all of Life's Mysteries, to an adept.

The headset wires are then inserted into the connecting port on the side of The Box. Emma adjusts

some dials on the front and top of The Box... Which lights up with a soft, golden-yellow glow.

And then a humming sound issues from The Box interior. Tulsa closes his eyes... and waits.

Emma then excuses herself: "Relieving the built-up stress from the good Professor, takes a

bit of a toll on me. I need to go lay down on a cot in the back room... Please, carry on..."

The wait is not too long. A funny, odd look comes over Tulsa's face after a minute or two.

(To Be Continued...)