“I know it,” and Joyce shook her head, “but if you don’t advise me the way I want you to, I’ll——”
“Ask somebody else?”
“Yes, I believe I will.”
“Do. I really think if you confer with Barry Stannard or with Mrs. Faulkner, they would give you advice both sound and disinterested. They’d probably tell you to let it alone.”
“I’m going to ask them, anyway. I won’t ask Natalie, for I don’t think she knows anything about it. Why, Mr. Roberts, if we could just get a clue to the mystery, it might be of incalculable help.”
“Yes, but you can’t get a clue from a fraud.”
“I don’t believe she is a fraud, but even so, I might learn something from her.”
“If you do, I hope you will give me the benefit of the information.”
Joyce laid the matter before Barry and Beatrice. Natalie was present also, and Joyce was surprised to find that the girl was well versed in the whole subject of psychics and occult lore.
“I don’t know an awful lot about it, Joyce,” she said, “but I’ve read some of the best authorities, and sometimes I’ve thought I was a little bit psychic myself. I’d like to see this Orienta.”