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It should, perhaps, be noted in considering the following careful narrative by Mr. Keightley, that it does not, strictly speaking, exclude the possibility that the post-card may really have been delivered (to the servant) by an earlier post, thus giving time for it to be tampered with. The same remark applies to Appendix XXXV. Baboolah is Madame Blavatskys Indian servant.
20, Stanley-gardens, Kensington Park-road, W., Tuesday, Nov. 24.
Dear Mr. Myers, --- Mohini has asked me to give you details as to how I received the post-card in Paris bearing the cryptogram of one of the Mahatmas.
I was in my room at our apartment, Rue Notre Dame des Champs, when I heard the door-bell ring. Perhaps a minute later, I got up and opened my room door, which faces that of the apartment, as I had not heard any one answer the bell. On opening the door I found Baboolah just going to close that of the apartment, and saw the back of the postman just turning away from the door. The card in question I saw in Baboolahs hand, and received it direct from him. It was the only letter or card which came by that delivery. --- Yours very sincerely,
In a subsequent letter, Mr. Keightley adds: --- I was able to give the details as to how I received the card from a memorandum which I made on the back of it.
Mrs. X., Mr. Gebhard, and Mr. R. Gebhard have given us oral evidence.
Mrs. X. saw a red mark growing between her pillow-case and the pillow, shortly after she had risen, and before anyone had entered the room. This turned out to be a letter in the K. H. handwriting.
Mrs. Z., well-known to some members of the Committee, writes: --- As I approached the table I perceived on the pink cover a large white envelope. I took it up, looked at it, and found that it was closed and evidently contained a letter, but there was no superscription. I had the letter in my hand for a little while, and then looked at it again. To my great surprise I found that where but a few moments previously there had been a blank space, there was distinctly visible a name and address written in purple ink, in a handwriting which I well knew as being that of one of the Mahatmas.