For some seconds Lewisham could not get away from stupid repetitions of his inquiry. Then he hit upon a collateral proof. "But look here! Can you see this counterfoil?"
"Plainly," said Lagune.
"Can you read the number?"
"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
