e-believe!" he growled, his voice shaking
with emotion. "You--you come here and--and pretend--Oh, by The Almighty,
if you was a man, if you wasn't the--the poor, pitiful fool that you be,
I'd--I'd--"

His daughter had reached his side. "Father," she begged. "Father, for my
sake--"

"Be still! Be still, girl!... Marietta Hoag, you answer me. Who put you
up to tellin' me to sell that stock to Pulcifer? Who did it? Answer me?"

Marietta tried, but she could do little but gurgle. She gurgled,
however, in her natural tones, or a frightened imitation of them. Little
Cherry Blossom had, apparently, fluttered to the Chinese spiritland.

"I--I--Oh, my good land!" she wailed.

"Answer!"

"Father--father!" cried Lulie. "Don't talk so! Don't act so!"

"Act so! Be still! Let me alone, Martha Phipps! This woman here is a
cheat. She's a liar! How do I KNOW? DON'T ask such fool questions. I
know because--because she says my wife--Julia--my wife--tells me to sell
my four hundred shares of Wellmouth Development stock--"

"Yes, of course. But, perhaps--"

"There ain't any perhaps. You, woman," addressing the cowering medium,
"didn't you say that?"

"Yes--oh, yes, Cap'n Jeth, I said it. PLEASE don't!"

"And you pretended my dead wife's spirit said it, didn't you?"

"Yes. Yes, she did. Oh--oh--"

"She did not! Listen, all of you!" with scornful disgust. "Listen! That
four hundred shares of Development stock this--this critter here says
Julia knows I've got and wants me to sell to Raish Pulcifer I SOLD two
months ago. Yes, by the everlastin', I sold 'em! And--eh? Yes, there he
is. I sold 'em to that Bangs man there. He knows it. He'll tell you I
did.... And now this swindler, this cheat, she--she--Who put you up to
it? Who did? Was it Pulcifer?"

Marietta began to sob. "Ye-es, yes," she faltered. "He--he said he--"

"I thought so. And you pretended 'twas my--my Julia, my wife.... Oh,
my God! And you've been pretendin' all the time. 'Twas all cheatin' and
lies, wasn't it? She--she never come to you. She never told you nothin'.
Ain't it so?"

Poor, publicity-loving, sensation-loving Marietta's nerve was completely
gone. She sobbed wildly.

"Oh--oh, I guess so. I--I guess likely 'twas," she wailed. "I--I don't
know. I only--"

Captain Jethro took his hand from her shoulder. He staggered a little.

"Get out of my house!" he ordered. "Out of my house--all of you. You're
all liars and cheats together.... Oh, Julia! Oh, my L