“I shan't, you needn't worry. When Lulie and I meet after this it will be--Humph! well, I don't know where it will be. Even the graveyard doesn't seem to be safe. But I must go. Tell Lulie I got away safe and sound, thanks to Mr. Bangs here. And tell her to 'phone me to-morrow. I'm anxious about Cap'n Jeth. Sometimes I think it might be just as well if I went straight to him and told him--” Again Martha interrupted. “My soul, no!” she exclaimed. “Not now, not till he gets that 'small dark man' notion out of his head.” “I suppose you're right. And Mr. Bangs has set him guessing on that, too. Honestly, Mr. Bangs, you've just about saved--well, if you haven't saved everybody's life you've come pretty near to saving the cap'n's reason, I do believe. How Lulie and I can ever thank you enough I don't know.” Galusha turned red. “Ah--ah--don't--ah--please don't,” he stammered. “It was just--ah--a silly idea of mine. On the spur of the moment it came to me that--ah--that the medium person hadn't said WHO the small, dark man was. And as I am rather dark perhaps--and small, certainly--it occurred to me to claim identity. Almost every one else had received some sort of--ah--spirit message and, you see, I didn't wish to be neglected.” “Well, it was the smartest dodge that I ever heard of. By jingo, it was! Say, you don't suppose Cap'n Jeth will take it seriously and begin to get down on YOU, do you?” Martha looked grave. “I was wonderin' that myself,” she said. Galusha smiled. “Oh, dear no,” he said. “I think there is no danger of that, really. But, Mr. Howard, in regard to that--ah--cap of yours, I... Eh?... Um... Why, dear me, I wonder--” “Why is it you wonder, Mr. Bangs?” asked Martha, after a moment's wait. “Why--ah--considering that that cap of Mr. Howard's is one which, so you and he say, he is in the habit of wearing, and that many people have often seen him wear, I was wondering--Dear me, yes, that might explain.” “Explain what?” “Why, it occurred to me that as that cap was hanging in the--ah--entry--the little hall off Captain Hallett's dining room--when the people came in, and as the medium person--Miss--ah--bless me, what IS her name?--as she came in with the rest, it occurred to me that she might have seen the cap and--” Miss Phipps clapped her hands. “She saw it and knew whose it was,” she cried, excitedly. “Of course she did! THAT'S how she guessed the small, dark man was in the house. THAT'S how 'Little Toddy Blossom,' or whatever her name is, got so smart all at once. Well, well! Of course, of course!” “It--ah--occurred to me that that might possibly explain,” observed Galusha, placidly. “It does. But, Nelson, what set Marietta and her spirits after you in particular? Has she got any grudge against you?” “Not that I know of, Martha. She knows I don't take any stock in her kind of spirit messages. I don't think she likes me very well on that account.”