face clouded. "I think," he said in a troubled voice, "we should
warn Miss Vera, that to guard himself from any trickery, Mr. Hallowell
insists on subjecting her to the most severe tests. He--"

"That will be all right," said the girl. She turned to Vance and, in
a lower tone but without interest, asked: "What, for instance?" Vance
merely laughed and shrugged his shoulders. The girl smiled. Nettled,
and alarmed at what appeared to be their overconfidence, Gaylor objected
warmly.

"That's all very well," he cried, "but for instance, he insists that the
entire time you are in the cabinet, you hold a handful of flour in
one hand and of shot in the other"--he illustrated with clenched
fists--"which makes it impossible," he protested, "for you to use your
hands."

The face of the girl showed complete indifference.

"Not necessarily," she said.

"But you are to be tied hand and foot," cried the Judge. "And on top of
that," he burst forth indignantly, pointing aggrievedly at Vance, "he
himself proposed this flour-and-shot test. It was silly, senseless
bravado!"

"Not necessarily," repeated the girl. "He knew that I invented it."
Rainey laughed. Gaylor gave an exclamation of enlightenment.

"If it will be of any comfort to you, Judge," said Vance, "I'll tell you
one thing; every test that ever was put to a medium--was invented by a
medium."

Vera rose. "If there is nothing more," she said, "I will go and get the
things ready for this evening. Destroy the old will. Sign the new
will." she repeated. She turned suddenly to Vance, her brow drawn in
consideration. "I suppose by this new will," she asked, "the girl gets
nothing?" "Not at all!" exclaimed Gaylor emphatically. "We don't want
her to fight the will. She gets a million."

"A million dollars?" demanded Vera. For an instant, as though trying to
grasp the possibilities of such a sum, she stood staring ahead of her.
With doubt in her eyes, and shaking her head, she turned to Vance.

"How can one woman spend a million dollars?" she protested.

"Well, you see, we don't intend to starve her," exclaimed Gaylor
eagerly, "and at the same time the Institute will be benefiting all
humanity. Doing good to--"

Vera interrupted him with a sharp, peremptory movement of the hand.

"We won't go into that, please," she begged.

The Judge inclined his head. "I only meant to point out," he said
stiffly, "that you are giving Mr. Hallowell the best advice, and doing
great good.