Defiantly, she turned to face the young man who had followed her.
“Quite true,” he acknowledged loftily. “One who has a great psychic gift is duty-bound to allow the world to benefit from one’s talents. The selection of this house as a Temple for Celestial Communication was not mine, but the bidding of the Spirits. In a dream I was instructed to come here and take up residence.”
“What night did you have the dream?” questioned Mrs. Hodges, deeply impressed.
“It was June fifteenth.”
“The very night we heard the strange rappings on our bedroom wall, Pa.”
“Dogonned if it wasn’t!”
“Mr. Gepper, do you truly believe it is possible to communicate with the spiritual world?” Mrs. Weems inquired politely.
“My dear madam, I can best answer by offering a demonstration. Have you a ouija board in the house?”
“Yes, we have,” spoke Mrs. Hodges eagerly. “Pa and I got it from a mail order house years ago, but it never worked for us. You fetch it, Pa.”
Mr. Hodges brought a large, flat board which bore letters and figures. Upon it he placed a small, triangular piece with cushioned legs.