Norcross, glib and effective as his tongue could be when he directed or traded, found now no better answer than: "Because I wanted to know, I suppose." "Were this Helen in the flesh--young and inexperienced as she was--would you expect her to give you advice in any large affair of business--would she be basically interested in it? Interested because it is yours and she loves you, perhaps--but basically? We have no proof that natures change out there. I suppose that isn't all, either. Is she, keeping her soul for you in a life which I hope is better--is she interested in whether or no you make a little more money and position? I can conceive only one condition in which she would mention your business. If you were at a crossroads--if great danger or great deliverance hung on your decision--she might sense that. I think they must get it, by some process to which we are blind, from other disembodied spirits." "Suppose, then, that--Martha I think you call her--had brought some old business associate. Would he have answered me?" "Perhaps. But that does not really explain what is in your mind. If this business matter which perplexes you were so vital, don't you suppose that some one of those very associates would have rushed to speak, instead of a dead love? In that way, I think I can construct an answer--provided you ask that question in good faith. It is, probably, not very important whether you sell or no." Mrs. Markham rose on this. Norcross caught the hint in her manner, and rose with her. A little "oh!" escaped her, and her face lighted. "I know who you are, now!" she said. "You are Robert H. Norcross of the Norcross lines!" Norcross started. "Please do not think I got _that_ by any supernormal means!" she added quickly. "I mention it only to be frank with you. From the moment I saw you, I was perplexed by a memory and a resemblance. Then, too, I caught the air of big things about you. That attitude which you have just taken solved it all. It is the counterpart of your photograph in last Sunday's _Times_--the full-page snap shot. I must be frank with you or you will not believe me." The mustache of Norcross raised just a trifle, and his eyes glittered. "Passing over what I may think of your revelations," he said, "you're a remarkable woman." "If you're coming again," said Mrs. Markham, "perhaps you'd better not delve into my personality. It interferes. Understand, I'm really flattered to have a man like you take notice of this work. That's why I ask that your notice shan't be personal. At least not yet." "Since this is a--a--professional relation, may I ask how much I owe you?" "My price is twenty-five dollars a sitting--for those who can afford it."