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"We summon now the spirit of this board to heed our call and tell us our fortunes true!" the hostess says with great intonation broken by giggles "You must obey, spirit!"

There is a ration across the scarred board’s gothic black alphabet, spelling out a word

H-E-L-L-O

"That’s the spirit," soreat spirit?" the hostess insists

The planchette moves quickly

N-A-U-G-H-T-Y-J-O-H-N

George raises an eyebrow mischievously "Say, I like the sound of that What hty, old sport?"

Y-O-U-L-L-S-E-E

"See what? What are you up to, o naughty one?"

Stillness

"I want to dance! Let’s go uptown to the Moonglow," one of the girls, a pouty drunk, slurs "When’s the band comin’ back, anyway?"

"In a minute Don’t have kittens," the hostess says with a s in both "Let’s try another question Do you have any prophecy for us, Naughty John? Any fortune-telling?" She casts a sly glance at George

The scryer re else, won’t you?"

Finally, there is movement on the board "I… will… teach… you… fear," the hostess reads aloud

"Sounds like the headmaster at Choate," the boy in the fez teases "Hoill you do that, old sport?"

I-S-T-A-N-D-A-T-T-H-E-D-O-O-R-A-N-D-K-N-O-C-K

I-A-M-T-H-E-B-E-A-S-T

T-H-E-D-R-A-G-O-N-O-F-O-L-D