“It was, without doubt, Embury’s spirit,” he said, as Aunt Abby finished; “but your imagination has exaggerated and elaborated the facts. For instance, I think the jam and the gasoline are added by your fancy, in order to fill out the full tale of your five senses.” “That’s what I thought,” and Fibsy nodded his head. “Raspberry jam! Oh, gee!” he exploded in a burst of silly laughter. Marigny looked at him with a new interest. The amber-colored glasses, turned toward the boy seemed to frighten him, and he began to whimper. “I didn’t mean any harm,” he said, “but raspberry jam was so funny for a ghost to have on him!” “It would have been,” assented Marigny, “but that, I feel sure, existed only in Miss Ames’ fancy. Her mind, upset by the vision, had strange hallucinations, and the jam was one--you know we often have grotesque dreams.” “So we do,” agreed Fibsy; “why once I drempt that--” “Excuse me, young sir, but I’ve no time to listen to your dreams. The séance is at an end, madam. Your companion probably cut it off prematurely--but perhaps not. Perhaps the communication was about over, anyway. Are you satisfied, Miss Ames?” “Yes, Mr. Marigny. I know the appearance of Mr. Embury was a genuine visitation, for he called me by a peculiar name which no one else ever used, and which you could not possibly know about.” “That is indeed a positive test. I am glad you received what you wished for. The fee is ten dollars, madam.” Aunt Abby paid it willingly enough, and with Fibsy, took her departure. On reaching home they found Alvord Hendricks there. Mason Elliott had tarried and Fleming Stone, too, was still there. Eunice was awaiting Aunt Abby’s return to have dinner served. “I thought you’d never come, Auntie,” said Eunice, greeting her warmly. Eunice was in a most pleasant mood, and seemed to have become entirely reconciled to the presence of Stone. “You will dine here, too, Terence,” she said kindly to the boy, who replied, “Yes, ma’am,” very respectfully. “Well, Eunice,” Aunt Abby announced, after they were seated at the table, “I’m the criminal, after all.” “You seem pretty cheerful about it,” said Hendricks, looking at her in astonishment. “Well, I wasn’t responsible. I did it under compulsory hypnotism.” “You owned up to it before, Aunt Abby,” said Eunice, humoring her; “you said--” “I know, Eunice, but that time it was to shield you. Now, I know for certain that I did do it, and how it came about.” “Dear Aunt Abby,” and Elliott spoke very gently, “don’t you talk about it any more. Your vagaries are tolerated by us, who love you, but Mr. Stone is bored by them--” “Not at all,” said Fleming Stone; “on the contrary, I’m deeply interested. Tell me all about it, Miss Ames. Where have you been?” Thus encouraged, Aunt Abby told all. She described the séance truthfully, Fibsy’s bright eyes--not lack-luster now--darting glances at her and at Stone as the tale proceeded.