Blackstone

Cover it up, Yellow Morrow.

Come on, cover it up.

That's better.

Right, Rhoda, turn on the lights.

I have proved that your lawyers are right, Mrs. Covington-Moss.

This man is a fake.

And tell me too, Blackstone.

Well, I've never believed in ghosts, John, so I knew that Yamamuro's trick, whatever it was, was a trick.

Mrs. Covington Moss had said that very often the music came from the linen closet, so I thought that perhaps there was a phonograph installed there.

But I realized that there was no mechanical device secreted there, and then I knew that the trick was simple ventriloquism.

Yamamuro had a tiny harmonica in his mouth.

By opening and closing his lips,

He made the sound rise and fall as though near or at a distance.

Yamamuro knew that he had no psychic powers whatsoever and was more scared than anyone else at the sudden appearance of the ghost.

That's right.

Except Rhoda.

I had to choke Yamamuro to keep him from swallowing the inch-long harmonica.

That's all there was to it.

So another mystery was solved by magic.

Well, what trick have you for us, Blackstone?