There was a silence, and then, apparently from nowhere, a handkerchief fluttered through the air and fell at Zizi's feet.
Amazed, the girl picked it up, and though she could not see it distinctly, she discovered it was a large one, evidently a man's.
Suddenly the medium sat up straight, came out of her trance, and putting on the lights, said, eagerly, "Did you get any message?"
"I should say I did!" Zizi returned, "and a material proof, too. Look!"
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Madame Parlato, as she looked at the white square of linen. "Initialed, too."
"Yes, P. C.," and Zizi scrutinized the embroidery.
Pennington Wise expressed a polite admiration for the medium who could bring about such marvelous results, and the séance over, the two departed, Zizi carrying the handkerchief in her bag.
"One of a set of Peter's," Wise said, confidently.
"Of course. Julie or Mrs. Crane will recognize it. Funny, how she thought a crude performance like that would convince us!"
"Mighty well done though."