"Sitting up at night is always rather jumpy," she confessed.

"Yes," said Sir James. "We are in the condition of people
holding a seance. Perhaps if a medium were present we might get
some marvellous results."

"Do you believe in spiritualism?" asked Tuppence, opening her
eyes wide.

The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.

"There is some truth in it, without a doubt. But most of the
testimony would not pass muster in the witness-box."

The hours drew on. With the first faint glimmerings of dawn, Sir
James drew aside the curtains. They beheld, what few Londoners
see, the slow rising of the sun over the sleeping city. Somehow,
with the coming of the light, the dreads and fancies of the past
night seemed absurd. Tuppence's spirits revived to the normal.

"Hooray!" she said. "It's going to be a gorgeous day. And we
shall find Tommy. And Jane Finn. And everything will be lovely.
I shall ask Mr. Carter if I can't be made a Dame!"

At seven o'clock Tuppence volunteered to go and make some tea.
She returned with a tray, containing the teapot and four cups.

"Who's the other cup for?" inquired Julius.