lization, and I doubt if I can achieve
anything more to-night."

"Nor do you need to," declared Mr. Crane. "That's enough for one
_seance_. Some time you may do that again, and also get speech from
him."

"May be," she rejoined, with a gentle politeness, "and now I should be
glad to say good-night."

The two men walked off, Crane in a tumult of delight, Shelby wondering
at it all.

"You accept marvels very easily, Mr. Crane," the latter said.

"Because they are marvels," said the older man simply. "If they were
fraud it would be no marvel. But being genuine, it is a marvel, it is a
miracle, and I am glad, rejoiced to accept it!"

* * * * *

It was soon after this that Shelby, calling on Carlotta Harper, asked
her what she thought of it all.

"Rubbish," she replied flatly.

Shelby looked at her. "But," he said, "I've been told that you can work
the Ouija Board wonderfully!"

"Work the Ouija Board! What sort of talk is that? Do you mean push it,
to spell what I want it to?"

"No; I spoke carelessly. I mean use the Board with results that are
surprising."

"Who can't do that?"

"Lots of people--myself, for one. Let's try it now, Carly. Will you?"

"Certainly, if you like. And, if you'll give me your word of honor that
you won't voluntarily or purposely urge the thing in any direction or
toward any letter."

"Of course I promise that! Where'd be the fun if we cheated? You
promise, too?"

"Yes, indeed. Like you, I've no interest if either pushes the least
mite."

They placed themselves with the board between them on their knees.

It was but a short time before the little heart-shaped block began to
move.

Carly, who was no novice, said in a sing-song way: "Is there a spirit
present?"

The board slid quickly to the corner marked "yes."

"Will you spell out your name?" Carly went on in a very matter-of-fact
voice.

The pointer went from letter to letter, now hurriedly and now making
wide circling sweeps, but it spelled correctly "Peter Boots."

Shelby kept most careful watch on Carly's finger-tips. He could see that
there was no apparent muscle movement, no surreptitious pushing and no
motion of any sort save to follow the moving board. Her hands were quite
evidently resting as lightly as his own on the wood, and the board
without doubt moved without the voluntary help of either.

"Shall we go on?" asked Carly, in a half whisper.

"Go on? Of course!" returned t