“Look here,” he told the medium, “this has got to stop. It was all very well when you were satisfied with plows, and rakes, and little things like that, but now that you have got him giving you horses and harvesters there’s bound to be trouble. He’s sure to find out in the end, and some fine morning we’ll wake up on the inside of a jail.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” said the medium. “He’ll never find out anything.”
“I’m not so certain of that. At any rate, you’ll have to get somebody to take my place.”
One word led to another, and ended in a violent quarrel. The confederate, vowing vengeance, called on the business man, and told him how he had been duped. He was met with the astonishing reply:
“I don’t believe a word you say.”
“You don’t?” he cried. “Didn’t you send the medium, only yesterday, a horse and cart to be dematerialized?”
“Yes.”
“Well, if you wish to know where they are, come with me. He has them in a stable near his house, waiting to find a buyer.”
Together they went to the stable, where the confederate pointed out the horse and cart that had been given to the medium. In particular, he identified the cart by the number painted on it.