His method of work, as described by several highly intelligent observers, is somewhat as follows:—­There are two tables in the room of seance, at one of which sits the Medium, at the other the visitor.  The visitor at his table writes his question in pencil at the top of a long slip of paper, and, after folding over several times the portion of the slip on which his question is written, gums it down with mucilage and hands it to the Medium, who thereupon places on the folded and gummed portion his left hand, and in a few minutes with his right hand writes down answers to the concealed questions; these answers are marvels of pertinency, and prove beyond a cavil the Clairvoyant or Spiritual powers of the Medium.  So remarkable are the results of this phase of Mediumship, that through them and through the high standing and intelligence of those who believe in him, this particular Medium is a tower of Spiritualistic strength.  Examine my informants as narrowly as possible, there appeared to be no possibility of fraud.  The impression had gradually deepened in my mind that here is an instance of genuine Spiritual power.  But the fraudulent character of his dealings with the sealed letters made me fear that falsus in uno, falsus in omnibus.

On the 14th of May, 1885, I called on Dr. Mansfield at his house, No. 28 Dartmouth Street, and was ushered into the second story front room—­a bedroom.  There were, I think, three front windows looking on the street; at the farthest was the Medium’s table, so placed sideways to the window, and close to it, that the full light fell on the Medium’s left hand, as he sat at it, and faced the middle of the room.  In front of the Medium, as he sat at the table with his back to the wall, were the usual writing materials, lead pencils and mucilage bottle, and beyond them, on the edge of the table farthest from the Medium, and between him and the rest of the room, was a row of books, octavos, etc., extending the whole length of the table and terminating in a tin box, like a deed box, with pamphlets on it.  When the Medium sits at his table, this row of books is between him and his visitor.  The table for the visitor is a small one, near one of the other windows and six or seven feet from the Medium.  On this table were a number of strips of paper and a pencil.

The Medium, who did not ask my name, bade me take a seat at the small table and write my question on one of the strips of paper, and then to fold down the paper two or three times.

I sat down and wrote, “Has Marie St. Clair met Sister Belle in the other world?” I then folded that portion of the strip of paper down three times, and told the Medium that it was ready for the mucilage; he came over from his table at once with a brush of mucilage, and spread it abundantly under the last fold.  Then, taking the strip between his thumb and forefinger, he walked with it back to his table, keeping it in my sight all the time.  As soon