"Say, Mr. Payson has come!" she exclaimed immediately, with considerable excitement. "He’s on the third row at the far end." Madam Spoll became alert. "Did you see his test?" "No, he was here when I come," Lulu replied. "Go out and get Spoll." Madam Spoll spoke sharply. "We’ve got to fix this thing up right now." Lulu returned to say: "There’s such a crowd coming in he can’t leave, but he says it was a gold watch with a seal fob." "All right, so far," said the Madam. "Now, Lulu, are you sure of what you told me?" Lulu’s reply was interrupted by the entrance of Francis Granthope, in opera hat and Inverness cape, making a vivid contrast to the disreputable aspect of Professor Vixley. He greeted the three conspirators with his customary elegance. "I’m sorry I had nothing about Payson when you rang me up, Madam Spoll, but just afterward his daughter came in for a reading. Queer, wasn’t it?" "God, that’s a stroke of luck!" said Vixley eagerly. "I say, Frank, you can work her while we handle the old man, and we’ll clean up a fortune. They say he’s a millionaire." Vixley’s little eyes gleamed. "Let’s hear what Lulu has to say, first," said Madam Spoll. "Why, I didn’t get much," Lulu confessed. "He said he dropped in by accident as he was passing by, to see what Egyptian egg astrology was. I got his name off of some letters he had in his overcoat pocket. I made him hang it on the hall hat-rack. I did all I could for him——" "Did he get gay with you?" Professor Vixley interrupted. He had been overtly enjoying Lulu’s plump charms with his rapacious eyes. Granthope smiled; Lulu Ellis colored slightly. "No, he didn’t! I don’t do none of that kind of work!" "The more fool you!" Madam Spoll retorted. "He’s an old man, ain’t he?" "Sixty," said Vixley, "I looked him up." "Then he ought to be easy as chewing gum," said Madam Spoll. Granthope lighted a cigarette and listened with a mildly cynical expression. "He ain’t that kind, though," Lulu insisted. "I ain’t altogether a fool, after all. Why, he don’t even go to church!" Her three auditors laughed aloud, the Professor raucously, Madam Spoll with a bubbling chuckle, Granthope with scarcely more than an audible smile. "That settles it, then. You’re coming on, Lulu! What else do you know?" said Madam Spoll. "Well, he has a daughter——" "Yes, Granthope knows all about that," from the Madam. "Her name is Clytie," said Granthope. "Twenty-seven." "Is she a looker?" asked Vixley. Granthope turned to him and gave him a patronizing glance. "_You_ wouldn’t think so, Professor. She’s hardly your style. But she’s good enough for me!" He languidly flipped the ash from his cigarette and took his pose again. Lulu went on: "I think he had a love affair before he was married, but I couldn’t quite get it. I didn’t dare to fish very much. And that’s about all I got." "That’s plenty, Lulu. You can go now. Here’s a dollar for you and much obliged for passing him up."