'We are both interested in that, the doctor and I,' said Dane.
'Theories, and scientific business. Pray explain, Hazel.'
'I once heard a short lecture on magnetism,' said Miss Wych, all grave except the gleam in her eyes; 'and it occurred to me to put it to the proof. So I stood by the door and saw the people go in.'
Dr. Arthur laughed, but asked no further questions.
'Your true lovers of science are always ready to venture a good deal in the pursuit of it,' observed Dane drily.
Wych Hazel's lips curled with mischief.
'When I got in,' she said, 'before the reading, I heard a good deal about the reader. Most of it striking, and some of it new.'
'That at least all may hear,' remarked Dr. Arthur. 'Science may have its reserves; but public news about Dane!'
'It's very old indeed,' said the person concerned. 'Only new to this witness. May be safely passed over.'
If Mr. Rollo was good at reading faces, he might see that remarks about him were considered quite too much her own personal property to be repeated to anybody in the world but himself. Wych Hazel sat silent, stirring her coffee.
'We are ready to hear the rest,' he remarked with a smile. 'Go on to the broken arm. How did you get hold of that?'