that, and I have turned her over to you as a sort of
last hope."

Leroy's rather stern face brightened with a flash of humor.

"The same thing has happened to other physicians, doctor. I believe you
diagnose this case as shell shock?"

"Unquestionably--with unfavorable developments, dual personality
complications--I wrote you."

"Yes. I spent several hours with Mrs. Wells last evening when she
arrived. She was agitated, but I soothed her and explained certain
things that had troubled her, and, gradually, she grew calm. I think I
can help her."

In spite of himself Dr. Owen was favorably impressed both by the man and
his surroundings. There was nothing garish or freakish or Oriental about
the place, which was furnished with the business-like simplicity of an
ordinary doctor's office. And Leroy certainly had a fine head--a
clean-shaven face with heavy black brows under which shone grave, kindly
eyes that twinkled now and then in good-natured understanding. He was
about ten years younger than his colleague.

"May I ask, doctor, if there is any scientific evidence to prove the
existence of this healing spiritual power that you use or think you
use?" In spite of himself, Owen put this question a little
patronizingly.

"There are the results--the cures. And there is the evidence of
Christianity. Spiritual power is the basis of Christianity, isn't it?"

A deeper note sounded here, and the hard-headed materialist began to
realize that he was in the presence of an unusual personality, developed
by suffering and struggle, a man who had finally reached a haven of sure
and comforting belief. There was great kindness in this face as well as
strength.

"Nothing else? Is there no evidence similar to that which convinces us
that the X-rays really exist?"

Leroy thought a moment, then he spoke with a quiet impressiveness that
was not lost upon Dr. Owen.

"There is evidence that would probably convince any fair-minded person
who was willing to give to the investigation time enough to get results.
The X-rays were not discovered in a day, were they? Suppose I tell you
how I got into this occult field--would that interest you?"

"Very much."

"Take that other chair--make yourself comfortable--that's better. It
began accidentally with certain persistent hallucinations, as I used to
call them, in a patient of mine, a Southern lady whom I attended when I
was a regular practitioner like yourself. These hallucinations worried