Several of the girls gasped at her audacity.
Again the medium hesitated.
“Very well,” she replied; and closed her eyes.
They waited while communication was being reestablished, listening intently for an answer. This time, however, instead of the distinct knocks from the direction of the cellar, it was the table which rocked three times, denoting the affirmative.
Marjorie’s face wore a look of triumph. She reached forward hastily, picked up the question she had written, and thrust it into her pocket.
The medium opened her eyes suddenly, and pushed back her chair.
“That is all I can do tonight,” she said, rising. “But I hope I have answered your questions satisfactorily,” she added, darting a look at Marjorie.
No sooner was she gone than Marjorie jumped to her feet in wildest excitement.
“She’s a fake, girls, of course,” she cried. “But those other knocks—not the table-tippings—are from an entirely different source, I’m sure, oh, I’m positive, there was somebody down the cellar listening and answering the questions. The woman was surprised herself. Didn’t you notice the difference in the reply when I wrote the question? Come on! Everybody! Come on down!”
“Oh, no!” pleaded Mrs. Munsen. “Don’t take a chance, Marjorie!”