“A la the Celestial Temple method,” muttered Penny beneath her breath.
“What was that?” questioned the medium sharply.
“Nothing. I was merely thinking to myself.”
“Then please think more quietly. I must warn you that this séance cannot be successful unless each person present concentrates, entering into the occasion with the deepest of sincerity.”
“I assure you, I am as sincere as yourself,” Penny responded gravely.
Mr. Hodges deposited his gold watch on the table. His wife offered a pin and Mrs. Weems a plain band ring. Penny parted with a handkerchief.
After everyone was seated about the table, Al Gepper played several phonograph records, all the while exhorting the Spirits to appear.
Taking Mrs. Weems’ ring from the tray before him, he pressed it to his forehead. A convulsive shudder wracked his body.
“Someone comes to me—” he mumbled. “Someone comes, giving the name of David—David Swester.”
“My cousin,” breathed Mrs. Weems in awe.