My first lucid intent was to lead the girl away from that place of gapers. She was overwrought. Perhaps the music, flooding her soul with harmony, had proved a mischievous adjunct to the somewhat exciting topic of our discourse. But, with a little gasp or two, she recovered her self-possession. Some experience of a platform, of facing singly the dim rows of upturned faces, is of utmost value in these emergencies. In my youth, being both shy and nervous, I was speedily cured from those ailments by becoming a newspaper reporter. Many a time, walking towards the platform through a densely packed audience, have I been cheered loudly as the candidate, or lecturer, and then boohed vehemently by people annoyed at their own mistake. This treatment, repeated every night for a week, will remove the worst attack of bashfulness. So Maggie, now, with a well-simulated laugh, drove the terror from her lips if not from her eyes. “No,” she said; “it has passed. Let us remain here.” She seated herself again. To deceive the curious, in case we were being watched, I lit a cigarette, strolled towards the orchestra, and asked the leader, whom I knew, to play a favorite waltz, one of Waldteufel’s. The obliging Hungarian (whose name was O’Rourke!) promptly exhibited an “Extra” card, and I returned to our alcove, “the cynosure of every eye,” as we used to say in good journalese. Maggie’s brown eyes had grown larger and darker, her face smaller and white, during my brief absence. “Better not risk another experiment like that,” I suggested, feeling guilty in not insisting that her mother should be warned at once. “You need have no fear in that regard. I am quite incapable of undergoing such an ordeal again to-night.” Certainly her appearance bore out her words. It occurred to me instantly that she shared with Karl the intuitive knowledge of a temporary exhaustion of the dynamic store which fed this wonderful sixth sense. It was not a continuous endowment, like sight or hearing. Its use drew upon a fund, obviously of limited extent in Maggie’s case, which, when depleted, restored itself by slow, natural processes. I fitted this discovery into other parts of the puzzle. Like a child arranging one of those interesting toys made of a number of equal cubes bearing a section of a picture on each face, no sooner did I identify any special feature in telegnomy than I marked its assigned place on the chart I had constructed in my mind. “You seem to have had a trying experience,” I said, encouragingly. “Do I? What did I say, how did I look, when I awoke?” When a girl asks a question of that sort she is quite normal. I reassured her. “I have no recollection of being afraid while I was listening to Constantine,” she explained. “It was the half-waking remembrance of what he said that terrified me. I seemed to think that he was about to--to stab Karl with a knife that very instant. Oh, it was dreadful!” “Tell me what took place. Did you see him?”