The visitor gave him a slow smile. "It is as I am instructed," she said, in a matter-of-fact, every-day sort of way. "But I must inform you before going further, that my fees are not small. Test my powers in any way you choose, but I must include the test in my final statement of your indebtedness." "All right," said Barry. "I'll pay the test bill, and then, Joyce, if you want to go on with your plans, you can assume the further expense." "Can we do anything to-night?" asked Natalie. She had sat breathless, listening, but now, with eyes like stars, she eagerly questioned. "You are interested?" and Orienta looked at her. "Oh, so much. But I fear what you will reveal----" "Fear my revelations!" "Only because I know they will not be true, but you will make us think they are." Instead of being annoyed or offended, Orienta looked at her and smiled from beneath her heavy dark brows. "You are psychic, yourself," she said. "Yes," said Natalie, "I am." XI Sealed Envelopes With a high hand Joyce carried the matter through. She ignored opposition and met remonstrance with a baffling disdain. She arranged for a return of Orienta for the experiments on the following evening, and after the departure of the medium, she declared she would listen to no comments on her actions and went off at once to her own rooms. Beatrice Faulkner expressed herself guardedly. "I don't care what revelations come," she said, "except as they affect you people here. It doesn't seem to me that that woman can say anything to make me think either Joyce or Natalie committed the crime, but I don't want her to say anything that will make either of them uncomfortable." "If she does, there'll be trouble," declared Barry, gloomily. "I feel as you do, and I want to try her on any ordinary subject first----" "But we are going to do that," put in Natalie. "I'm crazy to see the whole performance, but I'm scared, too. I wish Joyce would promise not to go on with it if any one of us doesn't like it." "She won't promise that," said Beatrice. "Joyce is bound to see it through. I don't know what she expects from it, but she has no fear, that's certain." Orienta had stipulated that the séance take place in the studio, saying that the influences of the place would go far toward producing favourable conditions for her. So they awaited her there, at the appointed time, and within a few minutes of the hour she arrived. Pausing in the hall to lay off her wraps, Orienta then glided into the great room where her group of auditors were assembled. This time she wore a robe of dark green, as full and flowing as the white one. There was no suggestion of Greek drapery, but an Oriental style of billowing folds that would have been hard to imitate. A jade bracelet showed beneath the flowing sleeve and a jade ring was on one finger of the long, psychic hand.