Eustasia shook her head.
‘Do you know anything whatever of my private life?’
‘I guess not, except what I’ve read in the papers.’
‘Do you know a lady named Craik, who is one of the members of my congregation?’
The answer came in another shake of the head, and a blank look expressing entire ignorance. Either Eustasia knew nothing whatever, or she was a most accomplished actress. Puzzled and amazed, yet still suspecting fraud of some kind, Bradley took his leave.
CHAPTER XXV—A CATASTROPHE
‘After life’s fitful fever, she sleeps well!’
The few days following the one on which the spiritualistic séance was held were passed by Bradley in a sort of dream. The more he thought of what he had heard and seen, the more puzzled he became. At times he seemed half inclined to believe in supernatural collaboration, then he flouted his belief and laughed contemptuously at himself. Of course it was all imposture, and he had been a dupe.