Instead of seeing in this a daring attempt to fleece him, the victim joyfully acquiesced, and sent a number of spades, plows, harrows, etc., to the medium, who promptly disposed of them, not to the people of Jupiter, but to a dealer in such articles. Other séances followed, the spirit from Jupiter again appearing and describing in picturesque language the beneficent consequences of the welcome presents. This meant more gifts, which steadily increased in number and value, until the confederate who had been playing the part of the dead Jupiterian finally became frightened. "Look here," he told the medium, "this has got to stop. It was all very well when you were satisfied with plows, and rakes, and little things like that, but now that you have got him giving you horses and harvesters there's bound to be trouble. He's sure to find out in the end, and some fine morning we'll wake up on the inside of a jail." "Oh, don't worry," said the medium. "He'll never find out anything." "I'm not so certain of that. At any rate, you'll have to get somebody to take my place." One word led to another, and ended in a violent quarrel. The confederate, vowing vengeance, called on the business man, and told him how he had been duped. He was met with the astonishing reply: "I don't believe a word you say." "You don't?" he cried. "Didn't you send the medium, only yesterday, a horse and cart to be dematerialized?" "Yes." "Well, if you wish to know where they are, come with me. He has them in a stable near his house, waiting to find a buyer." Together they went to the stable, where the confederate pointed out the horse and cart that had been given to the medium. In particular, he identified the cart by the number painted on it. "Come, now," said he, "you can't deny that's your cart, can you?" "Why," was the answer, "it does indeed look like my cart. But I know it isn't." "How do you know it isn't?" "Because"--in a tone of solemn conviction--"I know that by this time my cart is on Jupiter." In another case, drawn to my attention by a lawyer friend, the victim was a well-to-do Boston merchant, who had become interested in spiritism shortly after the death of his wife, to whom he had been devotedly attached, and with whose spirit he hoped to be brought into communication. A medium, learning this, determined to profit from his grief and longing, and hired a young woman to pose as the spirit of the dead wife. He was then told that before long it would be possible to "materialize" his wife from the spirit world with such substantiality that he would be able to clasp her in his arms.