"Please let me sleep in your room tonight! It's only when my jaw drops that I snore--I can tie it up with a handkerchief!" "I wish you'd tie it up with a handkerchief now," said her mistress absent-mindedly, still pondering the message that the pointer had spelled.

"B--A--T--Bat!" she murmured.
Thought-transference--warning--accident?
Whatever it was, it was--nerve-shaking.

She put the ouija-board aside.

Accident or not, she was done with it for the evening.

But she could not so easily dispose of the Bat.