"I am going to visit Anita Marie tonight," declared Maude Garwood. "She holds her seances only twice a week. On other nights, she may be consulted for a reasonable fee."
"All right if I come along?" questioned Dick pleasantly.
"Yes, indeed," replied Maude Garwood. "I should like to have you meet Anita Marie. If you could only understand, Dick! I think you will, after you have seen this wonderful woman."
After dinner, Maude Garwood summoned the limousine, and she and her nephew rode to Anita Marie's home.
Dick remained taciturn; he listened thoughtfully to his aunt's elated description of Anita Marie. He realized that Maude Garwood regarded the medium as a sort of superior being, and he did not like it. The large seance room was dark. Maude Garwood and her nephew were ushered into a small reception room. Dick Terry glanced suspiciously at the sharp-faced maid. When the visitors were alone, Maude Garwood became confidential.
"I was here, Dick," she explained, "the night that your Uncle Geoffrey had his accident. I had received a wonderful message, Dick. But it was interrupted by a horrible laugh that came through the room." The woman paused and shuddered as she recollected that terrifying occasion.
"Do you know, Dick," she said, "it must have been a warning! A warning that my husband was dying! I have wondered about that since.
"I asked Anita Marie if it could have been a warning. She said she thought perhaps it might have been. She says that the spirits know everything."
"I guess they do," observed Dick. "The question is, do they tell what they know?"
"One was telling me that night," said the aunt. "A spirit named Little Flower was giving me a message from the higher plane. A spirit there was telling me that money could be made by investing in a stock called Coronado Copper—"