"Well, placed it on the desk in front of him."
"Did you see him?"
"I saw him write a note," I said doggedly. "You can't see a spirit, you know—its impalpable."
By this time we were deep in the shadow of another doorway across the street, and Godfrey leaned back against a pillar and mused for a moment.
"Of course," he said at last, "I don't want you to do anything unprofessional, Lester, but I really think you'd better tell me. You didn't hesitate to call me in this morning."
"I thought then that somebody was trying to bunco Mrs. Magnus."
"And I think so now," said Godfrey. "Surely you know you can trust me."
I demurred a while longer, but finally told him the whole story. When
I had ended, he gave a little low whistle of amazement.
"Well," he said, "that's what I call clever. There's a certain artistic touch about it—only one man—"
He fell silent again, absently gnawing his under lip.