"Yes," said Varick, "it was an extraordinary thing. I confess I can't explain Bubbles' gift at all. At this séance of hers she described quite accurately long dead men and women—"
"Are you sure of that, Varick?"
"Of course I am, for she described my own mother."
There was a pause.
"Being a very intelligent, quick girl, she naturally helps herself out as best she can," went on Varick reflectively.
"Then you're inclined to think her thought-reading is more or less a fraud?" cried Panton triumphantly.
"Less, rather than more, for she's convinced me that she sees into the minds of her subjects and builds up a kind of—of—"
"Description?" suggested the doctor.
"More than that—I was going to say figure. She described, as if she saw them standing there before her, people of whom she'd never even heard—and the descriptions were absolutely exact. But if you don't mind, Panton—"
He hesitated, and the other said, "Yes, Varick?"