“There, there, boy; I’m afraid I’ve humored you too much you’re presuming.”
“I presume I am. But one question more, while we’re on this absorbin’ subject. Didn’t you, now, just add a jot or a tittle to that ghost story you put over? Was it every bit on the dead level?”
“Yes, child,” Aunt Abby took his question seriously; “it was every word true. I didn’t make up the least word of it!”
“I believe you, ma’am, and I congratulate you on your clarviant powers. Now, about that raspberry jam, ma’am. That’s a mighty unmistakable taste—ain’t it, now.”
“It is, McGuire. It certainly is. And I tasted it, just as surely as I’m here telling you about it.”
“Have you had it for supper lately, ma’am?”
“No; Eunice hasn’t had it on her table since I’ve been visiting her.”
“Is that so, ma’am?”
Chapter XV
Marigny The Medium
The journey ended at the rooms of Marigny, the psychic recommended by Willy Hanlon.