It's about the late editor of the _Daily Haste_ and Mr. Gideon of the _Weekly Fact_. No, I don't know who's responsible for it, but I believe it's perfectly true. They're saying so everywhere now. I believe that awful Pinkerton woman is going about saying she has conclusive evidence; it's been revealed from the Beyond, I believe; I expect by poor Mr. Hobart himself. No, I'm sure she didn't make the limerick; she's not a poet, only a novelist. Perhaps it came from the Beyond, through planchette. Anyhow, they say Mr. Gideon will be arrested on a murder charge very shortly, and that there's no doubt he's guilty.' I leant across the table. '_Who's_ saying so, Aunt Cynthia?' I asked her. Aunt Cynthia hates being asked that about her stories. Of course. Every one does. I do myself. Aunt Cynthia looked at me with her childlike convent stare. 'My dear Laurie, how can I remember who says anything, with every one saying everything all the time? Who? Why, all sorts of people.... Aren't they, Chloe?' Chloe, who was showing a spoon and glass trick to the Monsignor, said, 'Aren't who what?' 'Isn't every one saying that Arthur Gideon threw Oliver Hobart downstairs and killed him?' 'I expect so, dear. Never heard of either of the gentlemen myself. And did he?' 'Of course he did. He's a Jew, and he hated Hobart and his paper like poison. The _Fact's_ so different, you know. Every one's clear he did it. Mind you, I don't blame him. The _Daily Haste_ is a vulgar Protestant rag.' 'The Jew's a dear friend of Laurie's,' put in Wycombe. 'You'd better be careful, Aunt Cynthia.' 'Oh, Laurie dear,' my aunt cried, 'how tactless of me. But, my dear boy, are you really friends with a Jew, and you a Christian priest?' 'I'm friends with Gideon. He's a Gentile by religion, by the way; an ordinary agnostic. Aunt Cynthia, don't go on spreading that nonsense, if you don't mind. You might contradict it if you hear it again.' 'Very well, dear. I'll say you have good reason to know it isn't true. I'll say you've been told who did kill Mr. Hobart, only it was under the seal, so you can't say. Shall I?' 'By all means, if you like.' Then Aunt Cynthia chased off after another exciting subject, and that was all about Gideon. 2