MORRIS. Well, I guess there's going to be a shadow hunt. Got a lantern, Duke? PATRICIA. Oh, you need not trouble. He will come if I call him. [_She goes out into the garden and calls out some half-chanted and unintelligible words, somewhat like the song preceding her entrance. The red light reappears; and there is a slight sound as of fallen leaves shuffled by approaching feet. The cloaked_ STRANGER _with the pointed hood is seen standing outside the garden doors._ PATRICIA. You may enter all doors. [_The figure comes into the room_ MORRIS. [_Shutting the garden doors behind him._] Now, see here, wizard, we've got you. And we know you're a fraud. SMITH. [_Quietly._] Pardon me, I do not fancy that we know that. For myself I must confess to something of the Doctor's agnosticism. MORRIS. [_Excited, and turning almost with a snarl._] I didn't know you parsons stuck up for any fables but your own. SMITH. I stick up for the thing every man has a right to. Perhaps the only thing that every man has a right to. MORRIS. And what is that? SMITH. The benefit of the doubt. Even your master, the petroleum millionaire, has a right to that. And I think he needs it more. MORRIS. I don't think there's much doubt about the question, Minister. I've met this sort of fellow often enough--the sort of fellow who wheedles money out of girls by telling them he can make stones disappear. DOCTOR. [_To the_ STRANGER.] Do you say you can make stones disappear? STRANGER. Yes. I can make stones disappear. MORRIS. [_Roughly._] I reckon you're the kind of tough who knows how to make a watch and chain disappear. STRANGER. Yes; I know how to make a watch and chain disappear. MORRIS. And I should think you were pretty good at disappearing yourself. STRANGER. I have done such a thing. MORRIS. [_With a sneer._] Will you disappear now? STRANGER. [_After reflection._] No, I think I'll appear instead. [_He throws back his hood, showing the head of an intellectual-looking man, young but rather worn. Then he unfastens his cloak and throws it off, emerging in complete modern evening dress. He advances down the room towards the_ DUKE, _taking out his watch as he does so._] Good-evening, your Grace. I'm afraid I'm rather too early for the performance. But this gentleman [_with a gesture towards_ MORRIS] seemed rather impatient for it to begin. DUKE. [_Rather at a loss._] Oh, good-evening. Why, really--are you the...? STRANGER. [_Bowing._] Yes. I am the Conjurer. [_There is general laughter, except from_ PATRICIA. _As the others mingle in talk, the_ STRANGER _goes up to her._ STRANGER. [_Very sadly._] I am very sorry I am not a wizard. PATRICIA. I wish you were a thief instead. STRANGER. Have I committed a worse crime than thieving? PATRICIA. You have committed the cruellest crime, I think, that there is. STRANGER. And what is the cruellest crime? PATRICIA. Stealing a child's toy. STRANGER. And what have I stolen?