"Say, Mr. Payson has come!" she exclaimed immediately, with considerable excitement. "He's on the third row at the far end."
Madam Spoll became alert. "Did you see his test?"
"No, he was here when I come," Lulu replied.
"Go out and get Spoll." Madam Spoll spoke sharply. "We've got to fix this thing up right now."
Lulu returned to say: "There's such a crowd coming in he can't leave, but he says it was a gold watch with a seal fob."
"All right, so far," said the Madam. "Now, Lulu, are you sure of what you told me?"
Lulu's reply was interrupted by the entrance of Francis Granthope, in opera hat and Inverness cape, making a vivid contrast to the disreputable aspect of Professor Vixley. He greeted the three conspirators with his customary elegance.
"I'm sorry I had nothing about Payson when you rang me up, Madam Spoll, but just afterward his daughter came in for a reading. Queer, wasn't it?"
"God, that's a stroke of luck!" said Vixley eagerly. "I say, Frank, you can work her while we handle the old man, and we'll clean up a fortune. They say he's a millionaire." Vixley's little eyes gleamed.
"Let's hear what Lulu has to say, first," said Madam Spoll.