Cayley laughed. "Found out about your wild oats, I suppose?"

Mr. Payson frowned at this frivolity. "There are things they've told me

that no one living could possibly know. Whether it's done through

spirits or not, it's mysterious business. You ought to go to a seance

and see what they can do."

"I'd hate to have them tell my past," Cayley said jocosely, "but I don't

take much stock in them. They're a gang of fakirs."

"They're pretty sharp, if they are. I haven't lived fifty years in the

West to be taken in as easily as that. I ought to know something about

men by this time. Why, see here! You know what trouble I had with my

leg? It was something pretty serious. Well, look at me now. You've

noticed the change yourself. I went to a medium and now I'm completely

cured. That's enough to give any one confidence, isn't it? It's genuine

evidence."

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