Then they would think that perhaps the Spirit meant the fifth street the other way, or the third house from the opposite corner, and would try again, with still more unpleasant results. One July I met Whibley, mooning disconsolately along Princes Street, Edinburgh. "Hullo!" I exclaimed, "what are you doing here? I thought you were busy over that School Board case." "Yes," he answered, "I ought really to be in London, but the truth is I'm rather expecting something to happen down here." "Oh!" I said, "and what's that?" "Well," he replied hesitatingly, as though he would rather not talk about it, "I don't exactly know yet." "You've come from London to Edinburgh, and don't know what you've come for!" I cried. "Well, you see," he said, still more reluctantly, as it seemed to me, "it was Maria's idea; she wished--" "Maria!" I interrupted, looking perhaps a little sternly at him, "who's Maria?" (His wife's name I knew was Emily Georgina Anne.) "Oh! I forgot," he explained; "she never would tell her name before you, would she? It's the Spirit, you know." "Oh! that," I said, "it's she that has sent you here. Didn't she tell you what for?" "No," he answered, "that's what worries me. All she would say was, 'Go to Edinburgh--something will happen.'" "And how long are you going to remain here?" I inquired. "I don't know," he replied. "I've been here a week already, and Jobstock writes quite angrily. I wouldn't have come if Maria hadn't been so urgent. She repeated it three evenings running." I hardly knew what to do. The little man was so dreadfully in earnest about the business that one could not argue much with him. "You are sure," I said, after thinking a while, "that this Maria is a good Spirit? There are all sorts going about, I'm told. You're sure this isn't the spirit of some deceased lunatic, playing the fool with you?" "I've thought of that," he admitted. "Of course that might be so. If nothing happens soon I shall almost begin to suspect it." "Well, I should certainly make some inquiries into its character before I trusted it any further," I answered, and left him. About a month later I ran against him outside the Law Courts. "It was all right about Maria; something did happen in Edinburgh while I was there. That very morning I met you one of my oldest clients died quite suddenly at his house at Queensferry, only a few miles outside the city." "I'm glad of that," I answered, "I mean, of course, for Maria's sake. It was lucky you went then." "Well, not altogether," he replied, "at least, not in a worldly sense. He left his affairs in a very complicated state, and his eldest son went straight up to London to consult me about them, and, not finding me there, and time being important, went to Kebble. I was rather disappointed when I got back and heard about it." "Umph!" I said; "she's not a smart spirit, anyway." "No," he answered, "perhaps not. But, you see, something did really happen."