“Please, dear friend and guide, listen to what this lady says. I know it is against all your views. And yet I had to do it. You said yourself that I had no hope. I have tested it and it works. I know it seems wild and crazy. But any hope is better than no hope. If you were in my place you would have done the same. Will you not cast out prejudice and see for yourself? Dr. Felkin comes at 3. “J. ROSS SCOTTON.” Challenger read it twice over and sighed. The brain was clearly involved in the lesion: “He says I am to listen to you. What is it? Cut it as short as you can.” “It’s a spirit doctor,” said the lady. Challenger bounded in his chair. “Good God, am I never to get away from this nonsense!” he cried. “Can they not let this poor devil lie quiet on his deathbed but they must play their tricks upon him?” Miss Delicia clapped her hands and her quick little eyes twinkled with joy. “It’s _not_ his deathbed. He is going to get well.” “Who said so?” “Dr. Felkin. He never is wrong.” Challenger snorted. “Have you seen him lately?” she asked. “Not for some weeks.” “But you wouldn’t recognise him. He is nearly cured.” “Cured! Cured of diffused sclerosis in a few weeks!” “Come and see.” “You want me to aid and abet in some infernal quackery. The next thing, I should see my name on this rascal’s testimonials. I know the breed. If I did come I should probably take him by the collar and throw him down the stair.” The lady laughed heartily. “He would say with Aristides: ‘Strike but hear me.’ You will hear him first, however, I am sure. Your pupil is a real chip of yourself. He seems quite ashamed of getting well in such an unorthodox way. It was I who called Dr. Felkin in against his wish.” “Oh, you did, did you? You took a great deal upon yourself.” “I am prepared to take any responsibility, so long as I _know_ I am right. I spoke to Dr. Atkinson. He knows a little of psychic matters. He is far less prejudiced than most of you scientific gentlemen. He took the view that when a man was dying in any case it could matter little what you did. So Dr. Felkin came.” “And pray how did this quack doctor proceed to treat the case?” “That is what Dr. Ross Scotton wants you to see.” She looked at a watch which she dragged from the depths of the bag. “In an hour he will be there. I’ll tell your friend you are coming. I am sure you would not disappoint him. Oh!” She dived into the bag again. “Here is a recent note upon the Bessarabian question. It is much more serious than people think. You will just have time to read it before you come. So good-bye, dear Professor, and _au revoir_!” She beamed at the scowling lion and departed.