place is in the scheme of things up here. But I as sume you grasp what is going on, if I do not. I am not so keen of wit as I once was."
"If you think," answered Mr. Magee, proffering a cigar, "that I am in on this little game of 'Who s Who', then you are vastly mistaken. As a matter of fact, I am as much in the dark as you are."
The professor smiled.
"Indeed," he said in a tone that showed his un- belief. "Indeed."
He was deep in a discussion of the meters of the poet Chaucer when there came a knock at the door, and Mr. Lou Max s unpleasant head was thrust inside.
"I been assigned," he said, "to sit up here in the hall and keep an eye out for the ghost Bland heard tramping about. And being of a sociable nature, I'd like to sit in your doorway, if you don't mind."
"By all means," replied Magee. "Here's a chair. Do you smoke?"
"Thanks." Mr. Max placed the chair sidewise in the doorway of number seven, and sat down. From his place he commanded a view of Mr. Ma-
