"You distinguish between the Voices of your friend and her own personality, do you?"
"I do, yes, sir."
The prosecuting attorney inserted a sneering word. "Your honor, Mrs. Joyce is known to be credulous and under the influence of this trickster. She is not a competent witness. She has permitted herself to be deluded to the point where she will not believe anything ill of her medium. Thomas Aiken is not the only one ready to press this charge against the defendant. Four others to my knowledge stand ready to testify to this woman's uncanny power for deluding and defrauding. My client finds herself stripped of her little fortune and helpless in her declining years. The acting of this medium is criminal, and we demand that she be punished."
The judge turned his musing eyes upon Mrs. Ollnee's pale face. "Have you anything further to say, Mrs. Ollnee?"
"I have never been guilty of any deception, your honor. I claim no wisdom for myself. If it is true that the traction company is a fraud, then it must be that lying spirits have spoken impersonating my husband and my father."
"That is a subterfuge," interposed the young woman, Miss Aiken. "She is responsible for her Voices."
"You accept money for your services, do you not?" the judge asked of Mrs. Ollnee.
"Not now, no sir."
"Did you formerly?"
"Yes, sir, after my husband died, I was forced to do so in order to educate my son."