the other person at the Board knows them?"

"Well, maybe; but they can't get Ouija to tell them without Miss Harper
has her fingers on, too."

"And Ouija is against Mr. Thorpe?"

"Yes; at least it has said he was guilty, but, as you say, an Ouija
Board means nothing."

"It means something, indeed, but not the thing it says."

"A brilliant remark, Zizi!" Wise smiled at her.

"But I mean just that, Penny. I'm getting a line on this thing, and I
think that the criminal or the criminal's friends or accomplices are
utilizing occult forces in their own behalf. I think, Miss Crane, the
more messages you get telling you of Mr. Thorpe's guilt the more you
may believe in his innocence!"

"Look out, Ziz, don't go too fast," Wise counseled her. "You've only
begun this thing--there's a lot yet to be learned."

"I'll learn it, and I'm sure I'm headed in the right direction. And I'd
like very much to see this Miss Harper. The Ouija witch! Has she told
you to suspect Mr. Thorpe?"

"Don't put it that way," Julie begged. "Miss Harper is my dearest
friend, and whatever she does with the Ouija Board is absolutely honest
on her part, absolutely free from deceit."

"Then she's a unique case," declared Zizi. "Never has such a thing been
known to science." Her smile robbed the words of invidious intent, and
though Julie stood up for Carlotta's innocence, she had always wondered
whether there was not some involuntary, even unconscious helping along
done to the little board.

"Let's go to see her now," she suggested, and Wise agreeing, the two
girls started off.

* * * * *

"This is Miss----?" Julie looked inquiringly at the girl she was about
to introduce to Carlotta, remembering she didn't know her last name.

"Just Zizi," was the smiling reply, and the slim little dark hand was
held out in greeting. "I'm so glad to know you, Miss Harper. For, though
I admit I don't believe in Ouija, I am interested, and Miss Crane tells
me you never 'push'."

"No, I never do that," Carlotta smiled, "but don't think I believe in
the thing, for I don't at all. It amuses me, and it puzzled me, at
first, but now I understand it, and it's beginning to lose interest for
me."

"Understand it?" Zizi looked bewildered. "You mean----"

"I mean I know what makes it work, why it tells the truth, when it does
tell the truth, and why it fibs when it does fib."

Carly Harper's face was frank and honest; she had no effect