"If you’ll excuse me a moment I’ll ring up a friend of mine who will know whether this is the right name or not." In five minutes he returned with an expression of wonder upon his face. "I wanted to make sure that this couldn’t be got from my mind, so I asked a friend of mine to select a name for me. It seems that Marigold was the name. This is a most wonderful and convincing test, Mr. Vixley; I must say that I’m amazed." The Professor took his praise modestly. "Oh, I hope to do much better for you than this after a while, Mr. Payson. The main point is, that now we can get to work in such a way as to help you practically, without wastin’ your time on mere experiments. These test conditions is very apt to deteriorate mediumship and I don’t like to do no more of it than is absolutely necessary to convince you of the genuineness of my manifestations. "Now," he added, "before we draw down the shades again, you write down some important question you want answered and we’ll get down to business." When Mr. Payson had finished writing, the medium, taking a slip of paper from his vest pocket unobserved, held it under the table, saying: "Now you fold it twice, each time in half." As Payson did so, Vixley folded his own slip in a similar manner and held it palmed in his left hand. After drawing the shades, he said: "Now, then, will you please hold that paper to your forehead? Not like that—here, let me show you." He took the slip from Mr. Payson and dexterously substituting for it his own duplicate, held it to his own forehead. "This way, so that it will be in plain sight all the time." He gave the blank slip to his sitter, who obeyed the directions. "I think we’ll do better if there’s less light," Vixley said, as he arose to draw the shades. "You keep hold of that paper. I don’t want it to go out of your possession for a moment. You see I couldn’t read it even if I had it, it’s so dark. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ll light this cigar; I haven’t had a smoke all day." As he spoke, he went to the bookcase, and standing, facing Mr. Payson, he took a match from a box on the top and lighted the cigar which was between his teeth. His left hand, which had already secretly unfolded the ballot, covered the paper. He put it up with a natural gesture to keep the match from being blown out as he lighted his cigar. The operation took only a few seconds, but in that time, illuminated by the match, he was able to read the words: "Will my book be a success?" He dropped his hand, refolded the ballot with his fingers and held it hidden. Then he took two slates from the pile.