s that caused his hair to stand up and frightened him.

At the same time he was really fond of Miss Ogilvy, and what she said
about being ill touched him. Also there was something that drew him; it
might be Eleanor, or it might be Madame Riennes. At any rate he felt a
great longing to go. Putting everything else aside, these
investigations had their delights. What other young fellow of his age
could boast an Eleanor, who said she had been fond of him tens of
thousands of years before?

Moreover, here was one of the gates to that knowledge which he desired
so earnestly, and how could he find the strength to shut it in his own
face?

Of course the end of the matter was that by the following Sunday, his
toothache had departed, and the carriage did not return empty to the
Villa Ogilvy.

He found his hostess looking white and ethereal, an appearance that she
had acquired increasingly ever since their first meeting. Her delight
at seeing him was obvious, as was that of the others. For this he soon
discovered the reason. It appeared that the sitting on the previous
Sunday, when he was overcome by toothache, had been an almost total
failure. Professor Petersen had tried to fill his place as medium, with
the result that when he fell under the influence, the only spirit that
broke through his lips was one which discoursed interminably about
lager beer and liqueurs of some celestial brew, which, as Madame
Riennes, a lady not given to mince her words, told him to his face
afterwards, was because he drank too much. Hence the joy of these
enthusiasts at the re-appearance of Godfrey.

With considerable reluctance that youth consented to play his usual
role, and to be put into a charmed sleep by Madame. This time he saw no
Eleanor, and knew nothing of what happened until he awoke to be greeted
by the horrific spectacle of Miss Ogilvy lying back in her chair bathed
in blood. General confusion reigned in the midst of which Madame
Riennes alone was calm.

"It is haemorrhage from the lungs," she said, "which is common among
_poitrinaires_. Brother Petersen, do what you can, and you, Brother
Smith, fly for Mademoiselle's doctor, and if he is not at home, bring
another."

Later Godfrey heard what had chanced. It seemed that the wraith, or
emanation, or the sprite, good or evil, or whatever it may have been,
which called itself Eleanor, materialized in a very ugly temper. It
complained that it had not been allowed to appear upon the