He held onto a chairback, an' he was so shakin' I could hear the loose chair rungs rattle.
"'Is this Bacon ?' he says.
"'It is,' says Moller, his voice jerkin' like a kitten taken with the fits.
"'Well,' says Doc, like his life was hangin' on what Moller would say, 'did you, or did you not, write Shakespeare's plays ?' "'I did not,' Moller jerked out; 'Shakespeare did.' "You could hear Doc sigh all over the room, it was sich a relief to his mind.

Doc was awful pleased.

He was smilin' all over his face, he was so pleased to have Bacon own up, an' he turned to ma and me and says, 'Ain't it wonderful!' "Then Moller come out of his fit an' set still a while, like he had jist woke up from a long nap.

Then he says he's goin' into another trance, an' if any in the room wants to hold talk with any of their lost friends or kin, they should ask for them, an' he jerked again, and jerked out stiff.
"That old back-slider, Pap Briggs, popped up, but Doc was ahead of him, 'cause Pap always has to regulate his store teeth before he can git his tongue goin', and Doc says, 'I desire to speak with Richard Burbage.' "I guess Moller didn't now any sich feller.

Anyways he jist lay still an' so Doc says, 'Mebby there's several Richard Burbages.