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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 176 pages of information about Raspberry Jam.

“But they suspect Eunice—­”

“They’ll never convict her—­nor would they convict you.  Tell them you got into communication with my spirit and I said it was suicide.”

“Ask him about the raspberry jam,” put in Fibsy, in a stage whisper.

“What!” the medium came out of his trance suddenly and glared at the boy.

“I told you I could do nothing if the child stayed here,” Marigny cried, evidently in a towering passion.  “Put him out.  Who is he?  What is he talking about?”

“Nothing of importance.  Keep still, McGuire.  Can you get Mr. Embury’s spirit back, sir?”

“No, the communion is too greatly disturbed.  Boy, what do you mean by raspberry jam?”

“Oh, nothin’,” and Fibsy wriggled bashfully.  “You tell him, Miss Ames.”

It needed little encouragement to launch Aunt Abby on the story of her “vision” and she told it in full detail.

Marigny seemed interested, though a little impatient, and tried to hurry the recital.

“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 seance 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.

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