LOVE AND MR. LEWISHAM
"Five thousand two hundred and seventy-nine."
"Well, and this?"
"Five thousand two hundred and eighty-one."
"Well—where's five thousand two hundred and eighty?"
Lagune began to look uncomfortable. "Surely," he said, "he has not— Will you read it out—the cheque, the counterfoil I mean, that I am unable to see."
"It's blank," said Lewisham with an irresistible grin.
"Surely," said Lagune, and the discomfort of his expression deepened. "Do you mind if I call in a servant to confirm———?"
Lewisham did not mind, and the same girl who had admitted him to the séance appeared. When she had given her evidence she went again. As she left the room by the door behind Lagune her eyes met Lewisham's, and she lifted her eyebrows, depressed her mouth and glanced at Lagune with a meaning expression.
"I'm afraid," said Lagune, "that I have been shabbily treated. Mr. Chaffery is a man of indisputable powers—indisputable powers; but I am afraid—I am very much afraid he has abused the conditions of the experiment. All this—and his insults—touch me rather nearly."
He paused. Lewisham rose. "Do you mind if you come again?" asked Lagune with gentle politeness.
Lewisham was surprised to find himself sorry.
"He was a man of extraordinary gifts," said Lagune. "I had come to rely upon him. . . . My
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