A novel purported to have been dictated to the author from beyond the grave by the deceased Mark Twain through use of a Ouija board.
. So, my dear girls, if you want a future, cut it out. I don't want to command all your time, but right now it is best to avoid all complications."
It is needless to say I declined the invitation. After this, whenever anything went wrong, the rebuke or complaint was invariably addressed to me. When there were humorous or pleasant things to be said, they were dispensed equally to the three of us, whom Mark Twain had come to designate as "my office force." Two bits of personal communication came within the succeeding week which seem to have a bearing on the whole mysterious experience. That second installment was undertaken and abandoned again and again. Finally he said:
"I am going ahead with the main body of the story. There will be another round with that second chapter, but not until the theme is fully developed. The second chapter sticks in my throat like the cockleburr that I tried to swallow when I was five. It won't slip down or come up."
We had worked patiently on the latter part o