It was too heavy and solid, and he could do nothing except by actually lifting it or by seizing it in both hands and dragging it about.
One by one, reluctantly, the others took seats around the table and, as instructed by Malcourt, rested the points of their fingers on the dully polished surface.
"Does it really ever move ?" asked Shiela of Malcourt.
"It sometimes does." "What's the explanation ?" demanded Portlaw, incredulously; "spirits ?" "I don't think anybody here would credit such an explanation," said Malcourt.

"The table moves or it doesn't.

If it does you'll see it.

I'll leave the explanation to you, William." "Have you ever seen it move ?" asked Shiela, turning again to Malcourt.
"Yes; so has my sister.

It's not a trick." Lady Tressilvain looked bored, but answered Shiela's inquiry: "I've seen it often.