it; I went up with several other men and we nearly had a private séance with old Sol. We examined the table and found it O. K.; to me it seemed a little top heavy but I made due allowance for this because King Solomon was a brainy man.
“Now when the conjurer held it at arm’s length, or I did so as one of the committee, it kept right on rapping out replies from the gone but not forgotten spirit of the ancient King. Even when the table was passed through the audience—”
“You mean among the audience, don’t you, Jack? Even a spirit table would have hard work passing through the audience.”
“I stand corrected. HEyven when the table was passed among the audience it kept up its dark rappings to the great enjoyment of the audience. To me the rappings had a more or less mechanical sound as if King Solomon’s knuckles had turned to spirit gold, or common brass would do.
“I figured it out that the raps were done wirelessly, by which I mean that the top of the table was hollow and contained a small but sensitive receiver with a single stroke tapper