ntinued the reporter, "that Mr. Hallowell has
embraced--if that's what you call it--spiritualism."

Gaylor started forward.

"What!" he roared.

Unmoved, the other regarded the Judge keenly.

"Spiritualism," he repeated, "and that a bunch of these mediums have got
him so hypnotized he can't call his soul his own, or his money, either.
Is that true?"

Judge Gaylor's outburst was overwhelming. That it was genuine Mr. Lee,
observing him closely, was convinced.

"Of all the outrageous, ridiculous"--the judge halted, gasping for
words--"and libelous statements!" he went on. "If you print that,"
he thundered, "Mr. Hallowell will sue your paper for half a million
dollars. Can't you see the damage you would do? Can't your people see
that if the idea got about that he was unable to direct his own affairs,
that he was in the hands of mediums, it would invalidate everything he
does? After his death, every act of his at this time, every paper he
had signed, would be suspected, and--and"--stammered the Judge as his
imagination pictured what might follow--"they might even attack his
will!" He advanced truculently. "Do you mean to publish this libel?"

Lee moved his shoulders in deprecation. "I'm afraid we must," he said.

"You must!" demanded Gaylor. "After what I've told you? Do you think I'm
lying to you?"

"No," said the reporter; "I don't think you are. Looks more like you
didn't know."

"Not know? I?" Gaylor laughed hysterically. "I am his lawyer. I am his
best friend! Who will you believe?" He stepped to the table and pressed
an electric button, and Garrett appeared in the hall. "Tell Dr. Rainey I
want to see him," Gaylor commanded, "and return with him."

As they waited, Judge Gaylor paced quickly to and fro. "I've had to deny
some pretty silly stories about Mr. Hallowell," he said, "but of all
the absurd, malicious--There's some enemy back of this; some one in Wall
Street is doing this. But I'll find him--I'll--" he was interrupted
by the entrance of the butler and Dr. Rainey, Mr. Hallowell's personal
physician.

Rainey was a young man with a weak face, and knowing, shifting eyes
that blinked behind a pair of eyeglasses. To conceal an indecision of
character of which he was quite conscious, he assumed a manner that,
according to whom he addressed, was familiar or condescending. At one
of the big hospitals he had been an ambulance surgeon and resident
physician, later he had started upon a somewhat doubtful care