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One Saturday evening as we sat in his comfortable library smoking after dinner, Judson said, with some apparent hesitation:

“There’s going to be a show here this evening that may interest you.”

“Yes?”

“Yes. There’s a woman living here who does some remarkable things when in a trance. There are a few of us who are curious about such things, and I’ve asked her and them here to my house this evening.”

“What is it?” I asked lightly; “the cabinet act?”

Judson looked a trifle hurt. “Yes,” he answered, slowly, “she’s a medium, and you newspaper men have said that she’s a fraud. But I’ve seen manifestations that I can’t explain on any theory other than that they were the work of higher powers, and I’m going to look into it further.”

The same old Judson, I thought. He was evidently more in earnest than his assumed indifference indicated. I marveled that the shrewd, successful lawyer could be so easily deluded, for I was sure that he was deluded. I had attended many a seance, and had helped to expose more than one medium, and knew that the whole matter of manifestations was nothing but a more or less clumsy juggle. But I kept my thoughts to myself–experience had taught me that when it was known that there was present at a seance a pronounced unbeliever in that phase of Spiritualism, the “conditions” were usually “unfavorable” for a “manifestation.” So I said that I should be glad to see the “show,” as he called it. Then I encouraged Judson to talk, and he talked well. From mediums and cabinets, and manifestations and the ways of spirits generally, our conversation drifted to the marvelous and the mysterious, and finally I told the story of the Albatross and the headless skeletons. Judson was much impressed by the story. He joined me in anathematizing the careless mate of the Empress and the stupid editor of the Liverpool paper. His lifelong habit of seeking to know the unknowable, re-enforced by the detective instinct that is developed in every good lawyer as well as newspaper man, made him unnaturally anxious to solve the mystery. The thought came to me just then that if Spiritualism was good for anything it would be in such a case. What I said was, “I have often wondered whether the peculiar power of the trance medium might not be employed in such cases. Now, is it impossible that that journal found on the Albatross, and which I believe contains the solution of our mystery, should be materialized for us here?”

Judson jumped at the idea. “Yes, yes,” he said hurriedly, “it shall be–it must be. How fortunate!” He spoke with such earnestness and confidence that I showed my surprise in my face. I also voiced it.

“You talk as though the thing were already accomplished. My experience with mediums has led me to consider them a trifle unreliable, but you seem to be sure of this one.”

“Not of the medium but of myself. I had better tell you now what but one other living person knows–that I have a very peculiar power. I don’t attempt to explain it, but it is no less a fact. I seem to be able, by mere force of will, to control certain persons. This medium is one of them. I have never been able to produce any results unaided, but more than once have I thought into visible form those who had long before died.”

The same old story you see. Judson was apparently an out-and-out Spiritualist, ready to be humbugged by the first shrewd trickster that came along. He went on:

“Now, this evening you will see a remarkable woman; I have been able to control her in a remarkable way. I confess that I had never thought of seeking the materialization of an inanimate object. But I believe that it can be done. It shall be done. We shall have that journal this night.”