"On the other hand, if I did it all with drugs from the apothecary, then your soul belongs to God as it ever did. These trappings—" she indicated the pentagram, the candles "—are stage-props, nothing more—fetishes and relics of a ludicrous pseudo-religion that I hold in contempt, which I trotted out only to throw a fright into you—much as priests frighten peasants at church by prating about hellfire. In which case I am a cynical atheist. Am I correct?"