Whether induced by Hasandoka’s aid or by Doctor Masterson’s suggestion, an improvement in the patient’s mind, at least, did come. He was met, the following week, by the magnetic healer in his rooms with a congratulatory smile. Doctor Masterson inaugurated the second stage of his campaign. "Say, you certainly are looking better, ain’t you? How’s the pain, disappearing, eh? I thought we could bring you around. Yesterday I was in a trance four hours on your case and it took the life out o’ me something terrible. I knew then that I was drawing the disease out o’ you. You just go to work and walk acrost the room, and see if you ain’t improved. We got you started now, and all we got to do is to keep it up till you’re absolutely well." Blanchard Cayley also seemed interested when Mr. Payson told him of the improvement. "You certainly are growing younger every day," said Cayley. "I don’t know how you manage it at your age, in this vile weather, too, but I notice you’ve got more color and more spring in you. You’re a wonder!" One afternoon, during the third week of his treatment, as Mr. Payson was seated in his own office, the door opened and a chubby, roly-poly figure of a woman, with soft brown eyes and hair, came in timidly and looked about, seemingly perplexed and embarrassed. She walked up to his desk. "I beg your pardon," she said, "but could you tell me where Mr. Bigelow’s office is, in this building? I thought it was on this floor, but I can’t find his name on any door." He replied, scarcely glancing at her: "Down at the end of the corridor, on the left." She stood watching him for a moment as he continued his writing, and then ventured to say: "I beg your pardon, sir, but ain’t you the gentleman that come to me some time ago to have your life read?" He looked up now and recognized her as the one who had initiated him into the occult world, through the medium of the "Egyptian egg." "Why, yes." He smiled benevolently. "You’re Miss Ellis, aren’t you?" She seemed pleased. "Yes," she answered; "I hope you don’t mind my reminding you of it, but I took an interest in your case more than usual, on account of your reading being so different, and I was surprised to see you here. You’re looking much better than you did then. When you come into my place, I said to myself, ’There’s a man that’ll pass out pretty soon if he don’t take care of himself.’ You seemed so miserable. Why, I wouldn’t know you now, you’re so much improved. You must have gained flesh, too. Well, I congratulate you. If you ever want another reading, come around—here’s my card, but perhaps you’ve tried Madam Spoll since. She’s the best in the business. I go to her myself sometimes." He walked to the door with her and bowed her out politely. A week after he made another visit to Madam Spoll. The medium was gracious and congratulatory.