"I'll come to see Vera, the medium," he explained.

Vera frowned, and then, in happy embarrassment, smiled
wistfully.

"Oh, well," she stammered; "of course, if you're coming to
consult me professionally -- my hours are from four to six."

"I'll be there," cried the District Attorney.

Vera leaned forward eagerly.

"What day will you come?" she demanded.

"What day!" exclaimed the young man indignantly. "Why, this
day!"

Vera gave a guilty, frightened laugh.

"Oh, will you?" she exclaimed delightedly. She clasped her
fingers in a gesture of dismay. "Oh, I hope you won't be sorry!"
she cried.

For some moments the District Attorney of New York stood looking
at the door through which she had disappeared.

Part II

The home of the Vances was in Thirty-fifth Street, nearly
opposite the Garrick Theatre. It was one of a row of old-