the Newark Free Press, assisted by the prominent citizen, James
L. Mortimer, done in broad daylight in the sight of crowds of
people, tomorrow's performance will be a revelation to doubters
or a triumph indeed for those who believe in telepathy.' H'm
--h'm--but what's he going to do?"

"Read on, read on, Sanford," cried Aunt Abby, excitedly.

"'Starting from the Oberon Theatre at two o'clock, Hanlon will
undertake to find a penknife, previously hidden in a distant part
of the city, its whereabouts known only to the Editor of the Free
Press and to Mr. Mortimer. Hanlon is to be blindfolded by a
committee of citizens and is to be followed, not preceded by Mr.
Mortimer, who is to will Hanlon in the right direction, and to
"guide" him merely by mental will-power. There is to be no word
spoken between these two men, no personal contact, and no
possibility of a confederate or trickery of any sort.

"' Mr. Mortimer is not a psychic; indeed, he is not a student of
the occult or even a believer in telepathy, but he has promised
to obey the conditions laid down for him. These are merely and
only that he is to follow Hanlon, keeping a few steps behind him,
and mentally will the blindfolded man to go in the right
direction to find the hidden knife."'

"Isn't it wonderful, Sanford," breathed Miss Abby, her eyes
shining with the delight of the mystery.

"Poppycock!" and Embury smiled at her as a gullible child. "You
don't mean to say, aunt, that you believe there is no trickery