the _seances_ from the elder Cranes, and
each time she became not only more convinced of the medium's fraud, but
sure that the faker, more and more secure in her clients' credulity, was
growing both daring and careless.

This, Zizi concluded, was her opportunity, and she hoped to profit by
her knowledge of the visit of John Harrison.

* * * * *

And meantime, the so-called John Harrison, whom Zizi had sized up so
mistakenly, was puzzling his head over the identity of the girl who had
seen him.

He was not alarmed by fear of discovery, for he could change his name
and address at will, but he was piqued by the saucy announcement that
she knew all about him, and amazed at her knowledge that he had sent
Douglas to see Benjamin Crane.

Moreover, the sight of that familiar old tobacco pouch of his own had
stirred him, and some logical deductions that followed in its train
caused him to reconsider his decision to disappear at once.

"But I got to have some money," he reasoned, "and I think I know how to
get it!"

As a matter of fact, he did. He had in his mind a plot for a moving
picture, which he had long cherished and thought over, but which he had
never put on paper. The success of Shelby's great picture put it in his
mind to try to sell his own. He was tempted to take it to the Shelby
corporation but knowing it wiser, he went to a rival company.

As his plot was new, original and decidedly meritorious, he had no
trouble in finding a market. He learned that he could sell merely his
plot, that the "continuity" work would be done by their own people; and
delighted to receive a most satisfactory lump sum, John Harrison gave
his name as Louis Bartram, and removed to another hotel, where he
registered under his new name.

For Peter Crane had resolved to do a little investigating on his own
hook, and he realized that since the girl at his home knew his present
cognomen it must be changed.

Louis Bartram, therefore, sent for Douglas, and took that mystified
young man into his confidence to a degree.

"It's this way, Douglas," he said, "I give you my word I'm straight and
all right, but I'm unraveling a mystery, and I'm incog for the present."

Now nobody could look into Peter Crane's blue eyes and doubt his
veracity, and Douglas believed exactly what was told him.

"Can I help?" he said, simply, and Louis Bartram told him he could.

Wherefore, Bartram expeditiously acquired such info