"What for?" the Professor demanded.
"Important—something about Payson. It is decidedly to your advantage to see me."
"I'll be there!" A light gleamed behind Vixley's shrewd black eyes.
The two squirmed their way to where Fancy was standing, and accompanied her off the boat. At the entrance to the ferry building the medium took his leave. Cayley and Fancy had dinner together, after which, urging an engagement, he put her aboard her car and walked down Market Street to the "Hospital."
Vixley was there, waiting for him, sitting at a side table, regarding an enormous painting of a nude over the bar. His quick eye caught Cayley as he entered and drew him on. For the rest of the interview they did not leave the young man's face.
CHAPTER XII
THE FIRST TURNING TO THE RIGHT
"All I got to say is this," said Madam Spoll, "if you know what's best for yourself, you won't make no enemies."
"I scarcely think you can hurt me much," said Granthope, losing interest in the discussion, as he saw he could make no way with her.
"We can't, can't we? We know a whole lot more about you than you'd care to have told, Frank Granthope. Since I seen you last, things have developed with Payson, and now we're in a position to say to you, look out for yourself. Payson's stock has went up some. We've got inside information that's valuable."