"And those wicked materializations!"
"And the fool Ouija Board!"
"And that letter from you to Julie—oh, I say!"
"And I say! But, tell me, what can I do? Do you see it as I do? That I must go away again, disappear forever,—or——"
"Or break your father's heart,— I mean,—oh, I don't know what I mean! Mr. Peter, I think I'll lose my mind!"
"I've almost lost mine, puzzling over the thing. But I've put the kibosh on that Parlato!"
"Oh, that's why you were there! I got things all wrong, didn't I? And you came to your own home——"
"Only because of a terrible attack of homesickness. You see, I still have my latch key, and if you hadn't seen me, I should have merely had a good look around, and then silently steal away, without, however, stealing anything else!"
Zizi smiled at her accusation of his burglarious intent, and then sat musing.
"I can't grapple with it," she said, at last. "It's too big. I shall telegraph for Mr. Wise. He must come back at once and help us."