There they lay when Long Sin, now in his priestly robes, entered.
He looked at them a moment. Then he left the room with a sinister
laugh.
. . . . . . . .
It was at that moment that I, little dreaming of what had been
taking place, arrived with Aunt Josephine at the house of the
medium.
She answered my ring and admitted us. To our surprise, the seance
room was empty.
"Where is the young lady who was here?" I asked.
"Miss Dodge and the gentleman just left a few minutes ago," the
medium explained, as we looked about.
She seemed eager to satisfy us that Elaine was not there.
Apparently there was no excuse for disputing her word, but, as we
turned to leave, I happened to notice a torn handkerchief lying on
the floor near the fireplace. It flashed over me that perhaps it
might afford a clue.
As I passed it, I purposely dropped my soft hat over it and picked
up the hat, securing the handkerchief without attracting
Savetsky's attention.
Aunt Josephine was keen now for returning home to find out whether
Elaine was there or not. No sooner had she entered the car and
driven off, than I examined the handkerchief. It was torn, as if
it had been crushed in the hand during a struggle and wrenched
away. I looked closer. In the corner was the initial, "E."
That was enough.
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