There was present a friend of Fowler's, a young man who was possessed of some psychic power. We will call him Frank. Fowler and I took entire charge of the psychic, and her bonds were even more carefully nailed than before. We began the seance, as before, by putting her to sleep. Not long after "Maudie" spoke, saying: "_Mr. Mitchell wishes the thread fastened to mama's hands in the way Mr. Garland desires._" I fastened a strong thread to each wrist as I had done several times before, passing the ends under the chair-arm in such wise that any movement of the psychic would be plainly and instantly detected. We then returned to our seats, and, though conditions seemed favorable, no marked phenomena took place; the cone was lifted, it is true, but we were used to this now, and accepted it as quite commonplace. At six o'clock the voice of "Maudie" came: "_Please go down to supper. Mr. Mitchell says he will be able to give you what you ask for after you return._" I did not ask to what he referred, but I had in mind the test to prove the voices independent of the psychic's vocal organs, and at the dinner we discussed methods by which this could be made clear. "If they will let me put my hand over her mouth," I said to Fowler, "I will be satisfied." "Do you mean that you will believe in spirits?" he smilingly challenged me. "Oh, I won't go so far as to promise that, but I confess it would help to prove their existence." "We may be about to get something more conclusive than that." "Let us fix our minds on two things: first, to get the writing, or at least movement, with every hand controlled; and, second, the voices, while one of us covers Mrs. Smiley's mouth with a hand." "Very well," acquiesced Fowler. "But the unexpected is what usually happens in these performances." We were gone but twenty minutes, so eager were we for our demonstration. We found everything quite as when we left: the psychic was asleep, the fastenings undisturbed. Fowler and I regained our threads and resumed our places at the sides of the table, while Frank and Mrs. Fowler sat close together at the end opposite Mrs. Smiley. I ask the reader to recall that the psychic's ankles were encircled with tape which was nailed to the floor behind her chair. Two bands of tape, after being sewn to her cuffs, had been tacked solidly to the chair, three strong tacks were driven down through the hem of her dress, and, finally, Fowler and I were holding the threads which, after encircling the psychic's wrists, passed under the chair-arm.