described above. This storeroom was also a factory, and half a
dozen artisans were hard at work in it.

Yes, the signor was in, the girl replied, leading us back into
the workshop. He proved to be a short man with a bland, open face
and frank eyes, the very antithesis of his trade.

"I have arranged for a circle with Mrs. May Popper," began
Kennedy, handing the man his card. "I suppose you know her?"

"Indeed yes," he answered. "I furnished her seance room."

"Well, I want to hire for to-night just the same sort of tables,
cabinets, carpets, everything that she has--only hire, you
understand, but I am willing to pay you well for them. It is the
best way to get a good sitting, I believe. Can you do it?"

The little man thought a moment, then replied: "Si, signor yes--
very nearly, near enough. I would do anything for Mrs. Popper.
She is a good customer. But her manager--"

"My friend here, Mr. Jameson, has had seances with her in her own
apartment," interposed Craig. "Perhaps he can help you to
recollect just what is necessary."

"I know very well, signor. I have the duplicate bill, the bill
which was paid by that Farrington with a check from the banker
Vandam. Leave it to me."

"Then you will get the stuff together this morning and have it up