Blackstone

I think it would be better if Rhoda stayed.

I'll look around and wait till it's over.

I'll give you my verdict then.

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.