Oliver Payson, b. Oct. 2nd, 1842. b. d. present from dau., bound copy of 'Montaigne' 1900. Tattoo mark anchor on right arm, near shoulder. Writing a book. Economics (?) Knew Mad. Grant (?) Wife visited Mad. G. x. v. p.
Clytie Payson. Engaged to Blanchard Cayley (?) Mole, left cheek. Ring with "Clytie" inside. Turquoises. Claims psychic power. Clairv. Goes to Merc. Lib. afternoons at 3. Buried doll under sun-dial in garden.
As she came to the last line she dropped the card from her fingers. She had become a woman of ice.
Vixley picked up the card and smiled, showing his yellow teeth. "Kind of a give-away, ain't it? I call his work lumpy."
"I hope you're convinced now," Cayley added.
She turned her head slowly, deliberately, to the Professor. "When did Mr. Granthope give you this card?"
"Oh, I dunno, exactly, he's gave me so much, one time or another. About two weeks ago, I should judge. Why?"
"I'm very much obliged to you." Her voice came as if from an immense distance. Then she nodded to Cayley, who rose.
"Nothin' more I could do, is they? Wouldn't you like to try a sittin', Miss?" Vixley asked with urbanity.
"Thank you, no." Clytie walked out slowly, without another look at him, like a somnambulist. Vixley hastened to escort her to the front door, and opened it.