The girl regarded him warily, like a fencer fixing her eyes on
those of her opponent. There was a pause which lasted so long
that had the silence continued it would have been rude. "Well,"
the girl returned at last, timidly, "that's what the city
expects you to do, is it not?"

Winthrop laughed. "How did you know who I was?" he asked, and
then added quickly, "Of course, you're a mind reader."

For the first time the girl smiled. Winthrop found it a charming
smile, wistful and confiding.

"I don't have to ask the spirit world," she said, "to tell me
who is District Attorney of New York."

"Yes," said the District Attorney; "yes, I suppose you have to
be pretty well acquainted with some of the laws -- those about
mediums?"

"If you knew as much about other laws," began Vera, "as I do
about the law -- " She broke off and again smiled upon him.

"Then you probably know," said Winthrop, "that what our excited
friend said to you just now is legally quite true?"

The smile passed from the face of the girl. She looked at the
young man with fine disdain, as a great lady might reprove with
a glance the man who snapped a camera at her. "Yes?" she asked.
"Well, what are you going to do about it -- arrest me?" Mocking