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Betty had shown--"on the screen"--and Joan had described twenty-three 

distinct pictures. Of these eleven were brilliantly striking; six were 
exact but of lesser importance; the other six were not recognized, but 
might have been apt; none could be categorically denied as certainly 

untrue. I think anybody familiar with the methods and difficulties of 
psychical research would have pardoned us elation over somewhat of a 
record in the way of "evidential." It must be reflected that none of 

these matters was in either Joan's or my subconscious mind. She was 
wholly unacquainted, either in person or by hearsay, with Millicent and 
her family: I had never known or heard of any of these particular things.


With this authentication for Millicent's conviction, the letter from 
Francis was then dictated. It began with the address "Old Lady" (which 

Joan unnecessarily assured us was a term of endearment!), which, said 
Millicent, was his common form of reference to her. And that might be 
considered as evidential number twenty-four.


Of only one did Millicent profess complete and blank ignorance. That was 

the description of a house. Joan had given it in detail. "A big house," 
she had said, "built when they had square towers, and full of great heavy 
furniture." She spent a lot of time on that house, mentioning the 

arrangement of its rooms, and the porches, and much of the furniture. A 
hat rack especially held her. "There's a joke about it," she had said. 
"Some children played around it." And a very important coal scuttle; and 

a lot more.

"It may be Francis' boyhood home," said Millicent, but doubtfully.


We let it go at that, but months later I had a chance to check with one 
of Francis' immediate family. That house was a clean miss. And--believe 

it or not--that fact pleased us! It had looked to be all good. Betty had 
said: "Some of it is good, but some isn't." And we needed a miss to 
verify Betty's remark.


2.


And now, before leaving this particular subject, I want to go back to 
that first night of Betty's verbal communication with me through Joan. It 
will be recalled that I said the evidential she piled up especially for 

me with such fluency and ease was clean-cut, air-tight and without need 
of interpretation--except just one item, "the blue slippers." That meant 
nothing to me.


It was an astounding record for a conversation lasting almost three 
hours. As I look back and remember the minutiae of it, the whole 

performance assumes ever greater and more significant proportions, for I 
do not believe any two carnate people could sit down together and 

reminisce for that length of time without one of them making a slip. And 
in this case I was a yes-man only Betty necessarily led the conversation, 
and in every instance it was she who said, "Do you remember..." and 

supplied all details.

Her one miss, so far as I personally am concerned, was when she 

announced, "I never thanked you for bringing my blue slippers."

"What blue slippers? Where did I bring them?" I asked. "I don't 

remember."

"You will!" she replied confidently.






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