Loud and long they cheered him. Cordially Mr. Mortimer grasped
the hands of the hero, and it was with some difficulty that
Alvord Hendricks restrained Miss Abby Ames from getting out of
his car and rushing to congratulate the successful treasure-
seeker.

"Now," she exclaimed; "no one can ever doubt the fact of
telepathy after this! How else could that young man have done
what he has done. Answer me that!"

"It's all a fake," asserted Hendricks, "but I'm ready to
acknowledge I don't know how it's done. It's the best game I
ever saw put up, and I'd like to know how he does it."

"Seems to me," put in Eunice, a little dryly, "one oughtn't to
insist that it is a fake unless one has some notion, at least,
of how it could be done. If the man could see--could even peep
--there might be a chance for trickery. But with those thick
cotton pads on his eyes and then covered with that big, thick,
folded silk handkerchief--it's really a muffle-there's no chance
for his faking."

"And if he could see--if his eyes were wide open--how would he
know where to go?" demanded Aunt Abby. "That blindfolding is
only so he can't see Mr. Mortimer's face, if he turns round, and
judge from its expression. And also, I daresay, to help him
concentrate his mind, and not be diverted or distracted by the
crowd and all."