Raspberry Jam by Carolyn Wells
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than any other way I ever heard of, but I can't guess how it
helps." "Can't any of you?" and Hanlon looked around the circle. "Wait a minute," said Aunt Abby, who was thinking hard. "Let me try. Is it because when the thought waves jump from the `guide' to you they strike your forehead first--" "And it acts as a wireless receiving station? No, ma'am, that isn't it. And, too, ma'am, I owned up, you know, that the whole thing was a fake, a trick. You see, there was no 'thought-transference,'--not any--none at all." "Then what do you accomplish with your forehead muscles?" asked Eunice, unable to restrain her impatience. CHAPTER V THE EXPLANATION "Just this, Mrs. Embury, the impossibility of my being blindfolded. As a matter of fact, it is practically impossible to blindfold anybody, anyway." "Why, what do you mean?" interrupted Hendricks. "Why is it?" |
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