The anxious suppliant was gathering her forces to reply when the hall clock struck solemnly, bringing back disagreeably to the specialist's mind his impending social duty, and this was sufficient to turn the balance of his decision definitely against Seraphine. He shook his head uncompromisingly. "I cannot do it, madam. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I have strong convictions on this subject and--" He rose to dismiss her. "Now I must ask you to excuse me." In spite of this disappointment Seraphine did not lose faith. "Dear child," she wrote to Penelope that night, "I am like a man in the darkness who _knows_ the sun will rise soon and is not discouraged. Before many days Dr. Owen will listen to me and be convinced." Firm in this confidence, the medium returned to Dr. Owen's office the following Monday morning, but she was coldly received. A rather condescending young woman brought out word that the specialist was exceedingly busy and could not see her. "But it is _so_ important," pleaded Mrs. Walters with eyes that would have moved a heart of stone. "Couldn't you ask him to give me a few minutes? I'll be very grateful." The office assistant wavered. "I'll tell you why you had better come back another day, madam," she began confidentially; "Dr. Owen is very much upset because his wife has just lost some valuable jewelry. You see, Mrs. Owen went to Morristown for the week-end and took a jewel box with her in her trunk--there was a pearl necklace and some brooches and rings; but when she came to dress for dinner last night--" "Wait! I--I hear something," Seraphine murmured and sank down weakly on a chair. She closed her eyes and her breathing quickened, while the young woman bent over her in concern; but almost immediately the psychic recovered herself and looked up with a friendly smile. "It's all right. You are very kind. I am happy now because I can do something for Dr. Owen. Please tell him his wife is mistaken in thinking that she took the jewels with her. The jewels are here in this house--now." "What makes you think that?" "My control says so." The medium spoke with such a quiet power of manner that the office assistant was impressed. "Suppose I tell Mrs. Owen?" she suggested. "Very well, tell Mrs. Owen. Ask her if I may go to the room where she last remembers having her jewel box?" The young woman withdrew with this message and presently returned to say that Mrs. Owen would be glad if Seraphine would come up to her bedroom. A few minutes later Seraphine faced a querulous invalid propped up against lace pillows. "I am positive I put my jewel box in the trunk," insisted Mrs. Owen. "It is foolish to say that I did not, it is perfectly useless to look for the jewels in this house. However--what are you doing? Why do you look at me so strangely?" "The jewels are--in this room--in a chintz sewing bag," the psychic declared slowly, her eyes far away. "Absurd!" "I see the sewing bag--distinctly. There are pink roses on it."