these. It's in my nature, I guess. And all professional mediums
are frauds. You bank on that, ma'am! If you want to tip tables
or run a Ouija Board with some honest friends of yours, go ahead;
but any man or woman who takes your money for showing you
spiritual revelations of any sort, is a fraud and a charlatan."

"There's no exception?" asked Embury, quite surprised.

"Not among the professionals. They wouldn't keep on in their
profession if they didn't put up the goods. And to do that,
they've got to use the means."

"Why--why, young man--" cried Aunt Abby, explosively, "you just
read 'The Voice of Isis'! You read--"

"That's all right, they are plenty of fake books, more, prob'ly,
than fake mediums, but you read some books that I'll recommend.
You read 'Behind the Scenes With the Mediums,' or 'The Spirit
World Unveiled,' and see where you're at then! No, ma'am, the
only good spook is a dead spook, and they don't come joy-riding
back to earth."

"But," and Eunice gazed earnestly at her guest, "is there
nothing--nothing at all in telepathy?"

"Now you've asked a question, ma'am. I don't say there isn't,
but I do say there isn't two per cent of what the fakers claim
there is. I'll grant just about two per cent of real stuff in
this talk of telepathy and thought-transference, and even that is
mostly getting a letter the very day you were thinking about the