ll-joy, anyway."

"He's worse than that. Don't brush him the wrong way. We're going to
have trouble with him before we are out of this."

"I don't care. I will not have him in my house," responded Kate.

"Very well. He's eliminated. I hope Clarke will permit them to come."

"Oh, they'll come unless Pratt absolutely locks them in their rooms.
Shall I ask Marion and Paul?"

"No. I want a chance to talk to our 'psychic' alone."

"Very well. The table just balances, anyway. Now, about your
telegram, are you going to speak to Mrs. Lambert about that?"

"No. It is all up to Lambert. He can act or not, as he sees fit. He
will probably wire them that he is coming, and as there can be no
explanations till he arrives you will please say nothing of my share
in the warning."

They had just risen from the table when Britt sent in his card.

"Excuse my calling so early," he began, with tranquil drawl, "but I'm
going back to the West to-night. I've got to get out of this climate
or join the spooks. I'm thinking of doing that, anyway, just to see
what it's like 'round the corner in the 'fourth dimension,' and also
because I'd like a change of climate."

"You look well--exceedingly well," Kate cheerily replied.

"You're very good; but I don't feel as well as I look. My poor one
lung is working overtime, and a collapse is imminent. I don't see how
my beloved brother Clarke bears up. He must get help from the 'other
side.' You see, _he_ spent the winter in Boston--think o' that! But
it's telling on him. If I wished him well--which I don't--I'd advise
him to return to Colorado and to his Presbyterianism by the limited
mail."

"Could he do that--I mean go back to his church?"

"I don't suppose he could. You see, he went out under a cloud--took
the whole window-sash with him, you might say--and I don't think the
elders would welcome his relapse. Furthermore, he has embraced
'spiritism,' as he calls it, with both arms. By-the-way, professor,
I've been talking about these psychic matters with Weissmann and
others, and I agree with him that you're the very man to go into an
investigation of these occult forces."

"And be called insane, as Zoellner was?"

"Oh, well, times have softened since then. Now, really, what do _you_
think of Zoellner's experiments?"

"I wish he hadn't been so eager to demonstrate the fourth
dimension--that vitiated everything he did."

"Oh, I don't know. I've been rereading Lodge and Wallace and Meye