"Yes, in so far as I can help. You say, everybody says, that I have occult powers. If so, I must use them to help,—if they really do help. But how can I be sure?"
"I don't know. But I think, perhaps, you'd better leave the whole occult business alone. It's uncanny if it's real, and it's foolishness if it's faked."
"I think Mr. Crane is going to get a special detective," Carly said, "but, oh, my gracious, I forgot I promised not to tell that. So don't tell anybody else. I don't suppose they'd mind you knowing."
"Who's the man?"
"I think his name is Wise,—good name for a detective!"
"Never heard of him. But, let's hope he clears Mac."
"Yes, and finds the real murderer. Do you know I can't realize Gilbert's gone,—even yet."
"Don't think about him, Carly. It can't do any good, and it only makes you sad and morbid. Let me tell you of my hopes and fears, mayn't I?"
"Of course, go ahead."
"Well, I'm getting up a big,—a really big enterprise."