Mrs. Burton lifted the speaking-tube to her lips. "You can take the next turning home, John," she ordered. The man's hand was mechanically raised to his hat. Mrs. Burton leaned back once more among the cushions. "You and your ghosts!" she exclaimed. "If you want to sit there, thinking like an owl, you'd better try and think of some of your funny stories for to-night. You'll have to sit next that stuck-up Mrs. Bomford, and she takes a bit of amusing." THE END.