“I—I'm not! Only I say I won't——!”
“No, it's very easy, really. You just put the tips of your fingers right here beside the tips of my fingers——”
And the first thing I knew she had taken my hands and was coyly holding them in the position desired. She released them presently, and the little board began to slide around in an aimless sort of way. There seemed to be some force tugging it about. I looked at my partner, first with suspicion, and then with a vast relief. If she was doing it, then all that talk about spirits——Oh, I did hope Miss Laura Hinkle was cheating with that board!
“Ouija, dear, won't you tell us something?” she cooed, and on the instant the thing seemed to take life.
It rushed to the upper left hand corner of the board and hovered with its front leg on the word “Yes.” Then it began to fly around so fast that I gave up any attempt to follow it. My companion was bending forward and had started to spell out loud:
“'T-r-a-i-t-o-r.' Traitor! Why, what does she mean?”
“I don't know,” I said desperately. My collar felt very tight.
“But she must mean something. Ouija, dear, won't you explain yourself more fully?”
“'A-s-k-h-i-m!' Ask him. Ask who, Ouija?”
“I—I'm going.” I choked and tried to get up but my fingers seemed stuck to that dreadful board and I dropped back again.