“Yes, Aunt Abby—it was. But you were entirely irresponsible—you were asleep—hypnotized, perhaps—perhaps merely asleep.”
“Where did I get the stuff?”
“I think somebody hypnotized you and gave it to you—”
“When? Where?”
“I don’t know—it is vague—uncertain—But you put it in my ear—remember, Aunt Abby, I don’t blame you at all. And you must not tell this. You must let it go as suicide. That is the only way to save yourself—”
“But they suspect Eunice—”
“They’ll never convict her—nor would they convict you. Tell them you got into communication with my spirit and I said it was suicide.”
“Ask him about the raspberry jam,” put in Fibsy, in a stage whisper.
“What!” the medium came out of his trance suddenly and glared at the boy.
“I told you I could do nothing if the child stayed here,” Marigny cried, evidently in a towering passion. “Put him out. Who is he? What is he talking about?”