him to the edge of the theatre.

"May I ask, sir, how I come to have the honour of being your host?"
asked Faull sullenly. He thought that the evening was not proceeding
as smoothly as he had anticipated.

The newcomer looked at him for a second, and then broke into a great,
roaring guffaw. He thumped Faull on the back playfully--but the
play was rather rough, for the victim was sent staggering against the
wall before he could recover his balance.

"Good evening, my host!"

"And good evening to you too, my lad!" he went on, addressing the
supernatural youth, who was now beginning to wander about the room,
in apparent unconsciousness of his surroundings. "I have seen
someone very like you before, I think."

There was no response.

The intruder thrust his head almost up to the phantom's face. "You
have no right here, as you know."

The shape looked back at him with a smile full of significance,
which, however, no one could understand.

"Be careful what you are doing," said Backhouse quickly.

"What's the matter, spirit usher?"