"Well, then, what’s the matter with getting Cayley to work her so she can help us out with Payson? I believe we could use her good. She’s a saucy chit, and she makes me tired with her fly-up-the-creek impudence; but all the same, she’s clever, and if Cayley could only induce her to go into it, I can see lots of ways she could help." Vixley thought over the matter for a few minutes in silence. "All right, Gertie, I’ll speak to him about it. I guess he’ll do it; he’ll be afraid not to. We got him pretty well tied up, now." "You can promise him that Felicia will recommend that he marries the girl. That’ll be an inducement." "I’m afraid the Payson girl has got something to say about that herself, from all I hear." "Well, at any rate, we’ve queered Frank Granthope, and that’s what Cayley wanted most." "I guess so; at least, that’s what I make out from what he says. He’s pretty close-mouthed." "Well, if he ain’t close-mouthed about Payson, he can tend to his own affairs alone, for all I care. Has he gave you any more dope?" "Has he! Why, he’s been a-ringin’ of me up every day, tippin’ me off to everything the old man’s up to!" "You ain’t let on anything about this child business to Cayley, have you?" "D’you think I want to queer the whole game? Of course not. Why, Cayley would be scared that the daughter wouldn’t get any of the money if he knew they was another heir. All the same, we got to be careful of Cayley, for he certainly has helped considerable. The old man wouldn’t be where we got him now if Cayley hadn’t shown up. What d’you think he told me this mornin’? Payson’s been round to a lot of printers, gettin’ estimates on the book, so’s he can publish it hisself! Ain’t that a gall? He never asked my advice about it! I’m going to give him a dig about that." "Oh, well, let’s get down to business, I ain’t got any too much time," Madam Spoll interrupted. "About the materializing, now. We got to have a private séance, of course?" Vixley rose, clasped his hands behind his back, and lifted himself up and down on his toes as he gazed at her. "I been a-thinkin’ it over, Gert, and I come to the conclusion that it ain’t best. Payson ain’t prepared for it yet, and we got to go easy. He ain’t actually convinced of physical mediumship yet, as it is. I think we better spring it on him at a public. Flora can pack the room with believers and cappers, and then, after Payson’s seen a lot of other folks recognizin’ spirits and gettin’ messages, why, he’ll be more inclined to swallow his test. I’ve made a study of him, and that’s my opinion." "Has Flora got plenty of help?" "She wants one more girl to play spirit, for she’s just lost a dandy she had—she was arrested for shopliftin’, I believe. We can fix her up, though. There’s your Miss French, for one." "I don’t trust her much, but she’ll do on a pinch. But Perry we must have. It’s better to use our own people. Who’s Flora’s cabinet control?"