“This do-dad is supposed to spell out messages, ain’t it?” he asked. “Ma and I could never make it work right.”
Al Gepper smiled in a superior way, and placing the board on his lap, motioned for Mrs. Weems to sit opposite him. However, before the housekeeper could obey, Penny slid into the vacant chair. The medium frowned.
“Place your hands lightly on the triangular piece,” he instructed. “Concentrate with me as we await a message from the spiritual world.”
Penny fastened her eyes on the distant wall with a blank stare.
A minute passed. The ouija board made several convulsive struggles, but seemed unable to move.
“The Spirits encounter resistance,” the medium said testily. “They can send no message when one’s attitude is antagonistic.”
“Shall I take off the brakes?” asked Penny.
Even as she spoke the pointer of the triangle began moving, rapidly spelling a message.
“AL GEPPER IS A FRAUD,” it wrote.
The medium sprang to his feet, allowing the board to fall from his lap.