Raspberry Jam Part 30

"I have? How? Not against Eunice?"

"Never mind, ma'am, I must get off by myself, and straighten out my notes, and see where I stand. Are you going to telephone to Mrs.

Embury again?"

"No!" and the little head was tossed proudly. "If she wants me, let her call me up. I did my part, now I'll subside. And, too--if she is--is--oh, I can't say it! But I'll wait further developments before I decide just where I stand in regard to Eunice Embury!"

CHAPTER XII

IN HANLON'S OFFICE

In an office building, away downtown, a little old lady stood in the lobby studying the great bulletin board of room numbers.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" asked the elevator starter, seeing her perplexity.

"I want Sykes and Barton, Scenic Sign Painters," she said, positively enough; "but there are so many S's, I can't seem to find them!"

"All right, ma'am; here they are. Sixth floor, Room 614."

"Thank you," the old lady said, and entered the elevator he indicated.

She seemed preoccupied, and made no move to leave the car, until the elevator man spoke to her twice.

"This is the floor you want, lady," he said. "Room 614. That way, just round that first corner."

Miss Ames started off in the way he pointed, and stood for a moment in front of the door numbered 614.

Then, with a determined shake of her thin shoulders, she opened the door and walked in.

"I want to see Mr. Hanlon," she said to the girl at the first desk.

"By appointment?"

"No; but say it is Miss Ames--he'll see me."

"Why, Miss Ames, how do you do?" and the man who had so interested the beholders of his feat in Newark came forward to greet her. "Come right into my office," and he led her to an inner room. "Now, what's it all about?"

The cheery reception set his visitor at ease, and she drew a long breath of relief as she settled herself in the chair he offered.

"Oh, Mr. Hanlon, I'm so frightened--or, at least, I was. It's all so noisy and confusing down here! Why, I haven't been downtown in New York for twenty years!"

"That so? Then I must take you up on our roof and show you a few of the skysc.r.a.pers--"

"No, no, I've not time for anything like that. Oh, Mr.

Hanlon--you--have you read in the papers of our--our trouble?"

"Yes," and the young man spoke gravely, "I have, Miss Ames. Just a week ago to-day, wasn't it?"

"Yes; and they're no nearer a solution of the mystery than ever. And, oh, Mr. Hanlon, they're still suspecting Eunice--Mrs. Embury--and I must save her! She didn't do it--truly she didn't, and--I think I did."

"What!"

"Yes, I truly think so. But I wasn't myself, you know--I was--hypnotized--"

"Hypnotized! By whom?"

"I don't know--by some awful person who wanted Sanford dead, I suppose."

"But that's ridiculous, Miss Ames--"

"No, it isn't. I'm a very easy subject--"

"Have you ever been hypnotized?"

"Not very successfully. But no real hypnotizer ever tried it. I'm sure, though, I'd be a perfect subject--I'm so--so psychic, you know--"

"Bosh and nonsense! You know, Miss Ames, what I think of that sort of thing! You know how I played on people's gullibility when I used to do that fake 'thought-transference'--"

"I know, Mr. Hanlon," and Miss Ames was very earnest, "but, and this is why I'm here--you told me that in all the foolery and hocus-pocus there was, you believed, two per cent of genuine telepathy--two per cent of genuine communication with spirits of the dead."

"But I said that merely in a general way, Miss Ames. I didn't mean to say it was a proven proposition--"

"That isn't the point--you told me there were a few--a very few real, sincere mediums--now I'm here to get the address of the best one you know of. I want to go to him--or her--and have a seance, and I want to get into communication with Sanford--with Mr. Embury's spirit, and learn from him who killed him. It's the only way we can ever find out."

Miss Ames' gray eyes took on a strange look; she seemed half hypnotized at the moment, as she looked at Hanlon. He moved uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Well," he said, at length, "I can give you the address of the best--the only real medium I know. That I will do with pleasure, but I cannot guarantee his bringing about a materialization of--of Mr.

Embury."

"Never mind about materialization, if he can get in touch and get a message for me. You see--I haven't said much about this--but Mr.

Embury's spirit appeared to me as--as he died."

"What?"

"Yes; just at the moment his soul pa.s.sed from earth, his astral body pa.s.sed by me and paused at my bedside for a farewell."

"You amaze me! You are indeed psychic. Tell me about it."

"No; I won't tell you the story--I'll tell the medium. But I know I saw him--why, he was discernible to all my five senses--"

"To your senses! Then it was no spirit!"

"Oh, yes, it was. Sanford's body still lay on his own bed, but his pa.s.sing spirit materialized sufficiently for me to see it--to hear it--to feel it."

"Miss Ames, you mustn't go to a medium! You are too imaginative--too easily swayed--don't go, dear lady, it can do no good."