"I don't care. I will not have him in my house," responded Kate.
"Very well. He's eliminated. I hope Clarke will permit them to come."
"Oh, they'll come unless Pratt absolutely locks them in their rooms. Shall I ask Marion and Paul?"
"No. I want a chance to talk to our 'psychic' alone."
"Very well. The table just balances, anyway. Now, about your telegram, are you going to speak to Mrs. Lambert about that?"
"No. It is all up to Lambert. He can act or not, as he sees fit. He will probably wire them that he is coming, and as there can be no explanations till he arrives you will please say nothing of my share in the warning."
They had just risen from the table when Britt sent in his card.
"Excuse my calling so early," he began, with tranquil drawl, "but I'm going back to the West to-night. I've got to get out of this climate or join the spooks. I'm thinking of doing that, anyway, just to see what it's like 'round the corner in the 'fourth dimension,' and also because I'd like a change of climate."
"You look well—exceedingly well," Kate cheerily replied.
"You're very good; but I don't feel as well as I look. My poor one lung is working overtime, and a collapse is imminent. I don't see how my beloved brother Clarke bears up. He must get help from the 'other side.' You see, he spent the winter in Boston—think o' that! But it's telling on him. If I wished him well—which I don't—I'd advise him to return to Colorado and to his Presbyterianism by the limited mail."