it continued unbroken each raised his eyes and looked at her.

They saw her drawn to her full height; the color flown from her
face, her deep, brooding eyes flashing. She was like one by some
religious fervor lifted out of herself, exalted. When she spoke
her voice was low, tense. It vibrated with tremendous, wondering
indignation.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked. She spoke like one in a
trance. "Do you know who you are threatening with your police
and your laws? I am a priestess! I am a medium between the souls
of this world and the next. I am Vera -- the Truth! And I mean,"
the girl cried suddenly, harshly, flinging out her arm, "that
you shall hear the truth! Tonight I will bring your mother from
the grave to speak it to you!"

With a swift, sweeping gesture she pointed to the door. "Take
those people away!" she cried.

The eyes of Winthrop were filled with pity. "Vera!" he said,
"Vera!"

For an instant, against the tenderness and reproach in his voice
the girl held herself motionless; and then, falling upon the
shoulder of Mrs. Vance, burst into girlish, heart-broken tears.

"Take them away," she sobbed, "take them away!"

Mannie Day and Vance closed in upon the visitors, and motioning
them before them, drove them from the room.