"An occult force guides your fingers?" I asked.
"Yes, ma'am, that's it," she said.
Over and over and over again she had written, "Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party."
And here is the eerie part of it — it almost frightened me when I got it out of her! — her father had been some sort of politician; a district leader, or something like that. And he was dead, and she had had to go to work.
But he was trying to deliver a message through her!
Isn't Psychical Research simply wonderful!
Not that I'd care to go in for any vulgar thing such as tin trumpets, you know, but — —
Well, there's the Astral Body. That hasn't been vulgarized at all, if you get what I mean. Really, the Best People have them.