"Yes; at least it has said he was guilty, but, as you say, an Ouija Board means nothing."
"It means something, indeed, but not the thing it says."
"A brilliant remark, Zizi!" Wise smiled at her.
"But I mean just that, Penny. I"m getting a line on this thing, and I think that the criminal or the criminal"s friends or accomplices are utilizing occult forces in their own behalf. I think, Miss Crane, the more messages you get telling you of Mr. Thorpe"s guilt the more you may believe in his innocence!"
"Look out, Ziz, don"t go too fast," Wise counseled her. "You"ve only begun this thing--there"s a lot yet to be learned."
"I"ll learn it, and I"m sure I"m headed in the right direction. And I"d like very much to see this Miss Harper. The Ouija witch! Has she told you to suspect Mr. Thorpe?"
"Don"t put it that way," Julie begged. "Miss Harper is my dearest friend, and whatever she does with the Ouija Board is absolutely honest on her part, absolutely free from deceit."
"Then she"s a unique case," declared Zizi. "Never has such a thing been known to science." Her smile robbed the words of invidious intent, and though Julie stood up for Carlotta"s innocence, she had always wondered whether there was not some involuntary, even unconscious helping along done to the little board.
"Let"s go to see her now," she suggested, and Wise agreeing, the two girls started off.
"This is Miss----?" Julie looked inquiringly at the girl she was about to introduce to Carlotta, remembering she didn"t know her last name.
"Just Zizi," was the smiling reply, and the slim little dark hand was held out in greeting. "I"m so glad to know you, Miss Harper. For, though I admit I don"t believe in Ouija, I am interested, and Miss Crane tells me you never "push"."
"No, I never do that," Carlotta smiled, "but don"t think I believe in the thing, for I don"t at all. It amuses me, and it puzzled me, at first, but now I understand it, and it"s beginning to lose interest for me."
"Understand it?" Zizi looked bewildered. "You mean----"
"I mean I know what makes it work, why it tells the truth, when it does tell the truth, and why it fibs when it does fib."
Carly Harper"s face was frank and honest; she had no effect of mystery or clairvoyant power, and Zizi was bewildered.
"I am indeed glad to know you!" she exclaimed, "will you impart this knowledge to me, or is it a secret?"
"It"s not a secret, perhaps it isn"t knowledge, it"s, after all, only my own theory, or rather, discovery, based on long and wide experience."
Zizi was enchanted.
"Oh, goody!" she cried, her black eyes dancing. "I"m crazy to know just what you mean! Will you give me a session with the board?"
"Will you promise not to push?"
"Of course, and, anyway, you"d know it if I did."
So Carly got the board, and the two sat at it, while Julie looked on.
The usual routine followed, and at last the professed spirit of Peter Crane was "present."
On being asked if Thorpe killed Gilbert Blair, the Ouija Board promptly replied "No."
"Oh, Peter, the other day you said he did!" Carlotta exclaimed, but again the Board flew to the corner where "No" was printed.
Julie, watching closely, was sure neither of the girls in any way cheated or helped things along. She was an acute observer, and she was certain both the manipulators were strictly sincere.
"Well, then," Zizi said, her thin, dark fingers merely touching the little wooden heart, "who did?"
There was no reply. Motionless the board remained, and no persuasion would induce it to move.
Other subjects were brought up, questions were asked to which only Carlotta knew the answer, or to which only Zizi did, and they were answered, if not always definitely, at least in a general way. But when they returned to the question about Blair there was no response.
"Don"t you know?" Carlotta demanded of Peter"s "spirit," which obligingly announced its presence when requested.
But the board remained stationary, and they finally gave it up.
"All of which goes to prove my theory the true one," Carlotta declared, and then Zizi begged her to disclose her discoveries.
"Why, you see, it"s this way," Carlotta began, "you get out of the Ouija Board exactly what you bring to it, no more, no less."
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"That n.o.body gets any information from the board unless it is already in his mind. When we ask questions, to which one of us knows the answer, that answer comes. Mind you, I don"t mean that one of us pushes the board in the right direction, at least not consciously, but it is inevitable that the mind leaps ahead, and when a word is started we know, usually, what letter is coming next, and we receptively await it.
You see, unless you hold your hands still purposely, the board is bound to move. Naturally it goes to the words you have in mind, and unless you purposely check it, the message is bound to come. If it is something I know and you don"t, the board starts off, and as the words form, you don"t stop them nor do I, yet we don"t really force them, it"s more as if we thought on the board. This is proved, to my mind, by the fact that if either party knows the answer, it always comes; if neither knows it, you can"t get it. Usually the message is something that can"t be verified anyway, and often the message is untrue. But people notice and remember the few times the truth is told, and quickly forget the other times. In no case are they messages from the dead. It is not Peter"s spirit talking to us at all. It is merely our minds, subconsciously or not, that impel involuntary muscular action in the slightest degree, and our eagerness to get a certain word or phrase, brings it about.
Tradition and habit ascribe the messages to the dead, and the universal desire to get such communications is responsible for the belief that they are such. Now, here"s proof. Whenever I have asked the Board who killed Gilbert it has responded with the name of the person whom my companion thought guilty. I have no idea who is the criminal, neither, I take it, has Zizi; consequently, as we are both open-minded and waiting for the answer, we get nothing."
"Right," and Zizi nodded her head. "People fool themselves into believing they get information from Ouija. But, if they were honest, they would have to admit that never has it told a truth that was not known to at least one person present. Of course, I except coincidences, which must happen occasionally."
"But," objected Julie, "then why will it work so much better when Carly has her hands on?"
"Just because I"m impa.s.sive," Carlotta said, "and sit quietly while the other one gets the message she wants. Without effort the message desired comes, merely because n.o.body stops it."
"Then," said Julie, "none of the help we get from Ouija means anything at all?"
"No, and it isn"t help," said Zizi.
CHAPTER XIII
"Labrador Luck"
Kit Shelby"s play was a wonderful success. Though a motion picture, it was one of the finest ever produced, and no expense had been spared to make it the sensation of the season. It was called "Labrador Luck."
The Crane family attended the opening night, as, indeed, all Shelby"s friends did, and the verdict was unanimous that never had such a beautiful and finished play been screened. The scenes of ice-bound Labrador were picturesque and fascinating, while the plot was ingenious and thrills plentiful. The audience applauded continuously, for so real was the acting that it seemed as if the performers were actually there.
Benjamin Crane had helped Shelby finance the production, and he realized at once that he would get his money back with interest.
"It"s a gold mine, boy!" he said to Shelby, as they were all at the Crane home afterward, "and it must be made into a spoken drama. There"s scope for a great play in that plot."