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the objects are of no significant weight, such as the ones you describe.”
    “All right then,” the general said, “does this sound like a ghost to you?”
    “Based on what you say, yes,” Ed answered. “In fact, it is quite probable that a human spirit is at work here because the items did not disappear completely. ”
    Taken aback by the reply, the general looked at Ed for a moment. “Would you be able to tell if there is a ghost in this house that steals wallets?”
    Lorraine saw this as her opportunity to reply: “Sir, I am a clairvoyant. The best thing would be for us to walk the house. This would allow me to determine if in fact a spirit is causing the disturbance. It’s the best test.”
    The general and his wife agreed, and the group rose to their feet. Ed and Major Wilson headed for the basement with the key to the downstairs study. As usual, the bunk was torn apart, as though someone had been sleeping in it. Yet nothing else was disturbed. They closed up the room and headed back upstairs. In the first-floor kitchen, Major Wilson showed Ed a cutting board with a wet spot on it. “It almost dries,” he told him, “but every afternoon, it gets wet again!”
    Elsewhere accompanied by the general and his wife, Lorraine stood with her eyes closed in the center of the downstairs rooms, beginning with the sitting room, trying to perceive any invisible presence.
    Nothing was apparent on the first floor, although Lorraine found herself somewhat transfixed in one of the mansion’s back bedrooms. “This room,” she said, “this room right here is where John Kennedy stayed whenever he visited the Point. The vibrations in here are truly beautiful.”
    A bit amazed, the general’s wife told Lorraine that she was right: “This was the President’s bedroom: he couldn’t climb the stairs because of his back.”
    After leaving the first floor of the Thayer mansion, the general’s wife led the way up a banistered staircase to the second floor. In each room, Lorraine picked up impressions of the powerful individuals who had spent time in the house, but hardly any sense of a mischievous spirit.
    In one upstairs bedroom, Lorraine again paused for long moments. “An elderly woman spent a long time in this room,” she mused. “The woman would often stand by that open veranda and look out to a field."
    Lorraine walked to the window. In the distance, she saw the cadets standing in formation on the parade ground; then she turned back into the room. “This was a very wise woman who shared a burden with a man in her life. She counseled him... but the man was not her husband.”
    “The man is Douglas MacArthur,” said the general. “The old woman is his mother. This was Mrs. MacArthur’s bedroom when her son was Superintendent here.”
    The upstairs group then walked back down to the sitting room, where everyone met once again. “After walking the whole house,” Lorraine admitted, “I did not feel the presence of anyone who would be responsible for causing the phenomena that you described. On the other hand, it is possible that a spirit has deliberately avoided us.”
    “Is there any way of finding that out?” asked the major.
    “Yes,” answered Lorraine, “this could be determined in the trance state.”
    A concerned expression crossed the major’s face. “Does this mean we have to hold a séance?”
    “No,” she laughed, “I’d just have to sit down sometime this evening, once the hubbub and vibrations of the day have died down.”
    With Lorraine’s consent, it was decided to hold a gathering in the mansion after the evening lecture. If the problem could perhaps be solved once and for all, it was at least worth a try.
    At a cordial dinner held at six o’clock that evening, the Warrens were introduced to officers of the West Point faculty who, with their wives, proved extremely curious about the whole subject of the supernatural. At eight, Ed and Lorraine presented a general lecture on spirits to a