In downtown Chicago three years ago a "Hindu" fakir was put out of business. Bring him the photograph of your enemy, and he would put it face down beneath a rug, walk on it with bare feet reciting an incantation. The enemy would languish into strange death.
In downtown New York two years ago men of big business paid $25 to consult an astrologer, who would squint at the stars (as they did in Babylonia 2,500 years ago) and tell what stock would rise, what fall.
In a town adjacent to Atlantic City five years ago the Chief of Police encountered the Jersey...
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