Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-12-06

1t seemed as if some strange power must
have moved the dean for he turned upon his
wife with a savage snarl. She shrank back
slightly. as he sat upright Go to the devil
he announced calmly. I've had enough of
your nonsense.
Then he rose and went into his dressing
room, locking the door behind him. Mrs.
Whipple stared after him in stony silence.
Then she looked into the mirror and smiled
grimly.
FOR six nights after that the rappings con-
tlnued in a trenzled manner and each time
the same formula was gone through Other
portions of the college also learned of Hazel,
and the excitement became intense. Finally
the dean could stand the strain no longer. He
sent for Detective Sergeant Mulrooney.
CHAPTER ILL.,
WHEN Detective Mulrooney had investi-
" gated Science Hall to his hearts con-
tent, discomfort. had examined the space
between the window bars. had satisfied him.
self of the position of the doorway. and had
conversed with the siXty-one young men who
had formed Professor Hazeltine's class that
day. he scratched his head with air of alb
straction. Then he went off and interviewed
Professor Hugo Fosterberg, who had the chair
of applied psychology.
What is this here fourth dimension gag.
he demanded.
That depends on how you look at it. re-
piled the professor.
I'm win' to look at it from any old angle"
confessed Murooney.
Professor Fosterberg sighed. He had met
these men of material fact before. and he
| realized he had task before him. Then he
removed volume from the shelf beside him.
"I'll try to explain it to YOU he began.
Not on YOUR life you won't. objected the
detective hastily. amt takln chances
on nothin' don't see. What I'm gettin at is
this Suppose there is such thing; where is
it,"
1t may be anywhere" replied Professor
"Huh,'' said Murooney. It's one of them
where are the SHOWS o yesteryear hunks. is
Something like that, perhaps" agreed
FoSterberg. - and then 1t may not be. Why
do YOU ask,
We'll, I'm here to hunt up Hazeltne, an
I'm gleanin information, that's all said
Mulroonev darkly Say. do You know who's
pullin off these seance stunts on the dean an
| around the college,"
On the dean!" cried the professor. Has
| he been receiving manifestations:
Mulrooney winked ponderously. Stow the
bull - he advised Il guess you're hep t.
what been gon on
Fosterberg looked at his visitor helpessly.
" | don't understand YOU, he said What IS
| THE detective considered Professor Foster
| L berg carefully He seemed satisfied at
/
to explain. Somebody's working the spirit
| trick on the old man. that's what" he said.
He's most dippy now. He tells me his wife
is wise to it. and that if somethin 5 not done
to head off some dame in the spirit land that
calls herself Hazel, his life won't be worth
livin ="
- Do you mean to say that-that-
SAY" interrupted Mulrooney, laying con-
fidential finger in the other wastcoat u M
here to find out whats goin' on. and to hunt
up Hazeltlne Now this spirit business amt
for years. | know all about the materi'liz
tionS, the Indian controls, the eleven tests. and
the flour in one hand an the shot in the other.
the spirit rappins slate writns 5, an cabinet
work. I've got copy of the Blue Book down
to my house in New York. an I've pinched
more mediums than there is in Boston. an
that's gon' some I've seen trance work and
crystal gain, an | could almost tell fortunes
with cards myself. I've dug up Dashboard
traps. and not few masks an spirit forms,
an know that twice they We had ME
goin but the most of it's bunk. Now they
tell ME you've got the right steer on lot of
this stuff, and that you investigate it. an all
that You're the | need. I'm gon to
cling to the deans room tonight, an Id like
you to come along. Is it go:'
:" 1t will give pleasure" said Professor
Fosterberg sincerely.
You see" Mulrooney went contiden-
TALLY. " from what they tell me. the old woman
the deans wife YOU know-has been
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