With only two persons upon whom she felt she could rely, it was only natural that the widow would tell one or the other. Hence, the second evening after Dick Terry's arrival, she told her nephew of the wonderful medium who had been such a help in time of trouble.
Aunt and nephew were at dinner when Maude Garwood first mentioned the name of Anita Marie.
"Dick," she said confidingly, "I don't know how I could have borne this misfortune but for Anita Marie's sympathy."
Dick, brown and husky as one of the steers in his native state, looked up in surprise when he heard the name.
"Who is Anita Marie?" he questioned.
"A wonderful woman, Dick," declared Maude Garwood. "She has psychic powers. She can see into the other world."
"A fortune teller?" demanded Dick, in a hostile tone.
"Don't speak that way, Dick," reproved the aunt. "Anita Marie is not a fortune teller. How I dislike that term! Anita Marie is a psychic — a medium who communes with the spirits."
"They're all alike to me," grunted Dick. "A bunch of fakers! Those buzzards don't last long down in Texas. I don't like to hear this, Aunt Maude."
"Why not, Dick?"