“Well,” continued the narrator, “we didn’t have any trouble getting there, but we found we had to wait. There were several other clients before us in her office.”
“What sort of woman was she?” asked Marjorie.
“Oh, quite ordinary,” replied Marie Louise. “Thin and scrawny—”
“And a little dirty,” added Alice.
“Did she use cards, or those other devices fortune-tellers have?” asked Ethel.
“No, she looked at us steadily for about five minutes—it wasn’t dark in the room—and then began to ask questions and tell us things.”
“How much of the story did you tell her?” inquired Marjorie.
“Practically everything. Then she went off in a trance for about five minutes.”
“Yes—yes?” The interest was intense now.
“Finally she opened her eyes and said it is the spirit of the young man’s mother that is haunting the house. She—or it—can’t bear to have any young people around except him.”