remember, ladies, Mr. Mortimer told you how I followed a chalk
line, drawn on the floor, and which led me up and down stairs,
over chairs, under desks, and all that. Well, it was dead easy,
because I could see the line on the floor all the time. Their
confidence in their 'secure' blindfolding made them entirely
unsuspicious of my ability to see. So, that was easy."

"Clever, though," and Embury looked at young Hanlon with
admiration. "Simple, but most perfectly convincing."

"Yes, sir, it was the very simplicity of it that gulled 'em.
And, of course, I'm some actor. I groped around, and felt my way
by chairs and railings and door-frames, though I needn't have
touched one of 'em. My way was plainly marked, and I could see
the chalk line and all I had to do was to follow it. But it was
that preliminary test that fixed it in their minds about the
'willing' business. I kept asking the 'guide' to keep his mind
firmly on his efforts to 'will' me. I begged him to use all his
mental powers to keep me in the right direction--oh, I have that
poppycock all down fine--just as the mediums at the seances
have."

Aunt Abby sniffed disdainfully, and Embury chuckled at her
expression. Though not a 'spiritualist,' Miss Ames was greatly
interested in telepathy and kindred subjects and like all the
apostles of such cults she disliked to hear of frauds committed
in their names.

"Go on," said Eunice, her eyes dancing with anticipation. "I
love a hoax of this sort, but I can't imagine yet how you did it!