for words -- "and libelous statements!" he went on. "If you
print that," he thundered, "Mr. Hallowell will sue your paper
for half a million dollars. Can't you see the damage you would
do? Can't your people see that if the idea got about that he was
unable to direct his own affairs, that he was in the hands of
mediums, it would invalidate everything he does? After his
death, every act of his at this time, every paper he had signed,
would be suspected, and -- and" -- stammered the Judge as his
imagination pictured what might follow -- "they might even
attack his will!" He advanced truculently. "Do you mean to
publish this libel?"

Lee moved his shoulders in deprecation. "I'm afraid we must," he
said.

"You must!" demanded Gaylor. "After what I've told you? Do you
think I'm lying to you?"

"No," said the reporter; "I don't think you are. Looks more like
you didn't know."

"Not know? I?" Gaylor laughed hysterically. "I am his lawyer. I
am his best friend! Who will you believe?" He stepped to the
table and pressed an electric button, and Garrett appeared in
the hall. "Tell Dr. Rainey I want to see him," Gaylor commanded,
"and return with him."

As they waited, Judge Gaylor paced quickly to and fro. "I've had
to deny some pretty silly stories about Mr. Hallowell," he said,
"but of all the absurd, malicious - - There's some enemy back of