“As to you, Linden,” he added, fixing his stern eyes upon the prisoner, “I fear that you are a hardened offender since a previous conviction has not altered your ways. I sentence you, therefore, to two months’ hard labour without option of a fine.” There was a scream from Mrs. Linden. “Good-bye, dear, don’t fret,” said the medium, glancing over the side of the dock. An instant later he had been hurried down to the cell. Summerway Jones, Mailey and Malone met in the hall, and Mailey volunteered to escort the poor stricken woman home. “What had he ever done but bring comfort to all?” she moaned. “Is there a better man living in the whole great City of London?” “I don’t think there is a more useful one,” said Mailey. “I’ll venture to say that the whole of Crockford’s Directory with the Archbishops at their head could not prove the things of religion as I have seen Tom Linden prove them, or convert an atheist as I have seen Linden convert him.” “It’s a shame! A damned shame!” said Malone, hotly. “The touch about vulgarity was funny,” said Jones. “I wonder if he thinks the Apostles were very cultivated people. Well, I did my best. I had no hopes, and it has worked out as I thought. It is pure waste of time.” “Not at all,” Malone answered. “It has ventilated an evil. There were reporters in court. Surely some of them have some sense. They will note the injustice.” “Not they,” said Mailey. “The Press is hopeless. My God, what a responsibility these people take on themselves, and how little they guess the price that each will pay! I know. I have spoken with them while they were paying it.” “Well, I for one will speak out,” said Malone, “and I believe others will also. The Press is more independent and intelligent than you seem to think.” But Mailey was right, after all. When he had left Mrs. Linden in her lonely home and had reached Fleet Street once more, Malone bought a _Planet_. As he opened it a scare head-line met his eye: IMPOSTOR IN THE POLICE COURT _Dog Mistaken for Man._ WHO WAS PEDRO? Exemplary Sentence. He crumpled the paper up in his hand. “No wonder these Spiritualists feel bitterly,” he thought. “They have good cause.”