Dropper made a humiliating apology, swore eternal friendship to Boggs, introduced him to Van Dam and Spout, and invited the party to his room to spoil a snifter from his private bottle. They accepted the invitation with commendable alacrity, and soon arrived at Mr. Dropper's cozy apartment, which was situated on one of the streets intersecting Broadway. At Mr. Dropper's request, they seated themselves in a circle around the table, with the view of calling up the spirits, but whether saintly or satanic, the compilers of these records do not venture an opinion. After sitting three minutes and twenty seconds in solemn silence, it was discovered that Dropper was a medium, as he was enabled to bring up the spirits in tangible and unmistaken shape from his closet, and forthwith communications of a very satisfactory character were made to the circle. Indeed, the opinion was very generally expressed, that the spirits were genuine spirits, and the medium an excellent test medium, through which they should delight, in future, to have further communications. As they finished their wine a knock was heard at the door. Dropper responded with a "Come in." An Irish servant put her head within the apartment: "Plase, sir," said she, "I have a caird here that a gintleman at the door towld me to give to the red-headed gintleman as just come in." Dropper viewed the card, and the four looked at each other for a moment, apparently with a view of discovering who it was that answered the description of a "red-headed gintleman." At last, Boggs spoke. "I think it must be me," said he, receiving the card from Dropper, and reading aloud, from the back of it, as follows: "Sir, an old acquaintance desires to see you for a moment, in relation to a matter involving your own interest." "Show him up," said Dropper, "it will only make one more--that is, if Boggs is agreed." Mr. Boggs had no objections to such course being taken, though he was deeply puzzled to know who the old acquaintance could be. In a moment, the servant introduced into the room a tall, spare individual, of about thirty-two years of age. He was ordinarily attired, and, though not seedy, his garments were by no means new. His face was closely shaven, and surrounded by a large standing collar. He looked around the room upon the different parties present, until his eyes rested upon Boggs. He then ventured to speak. [Illustration] "Gentlemen," said he, "excuse this interruption. The fact is, I have been seeking this gentleman for nearly three years past, and observing him in company with you, I could not forbear following to seek a brief interview." Boggs turned pale. Visions of cowhides and pistols came before his mind. "You are perfectly excusable," said Dropper. "We will leave the room, if you desire." "N-n-not for all the world," ejaculated Boggs, hastily. "I have not the slightest objection to your remaining."