themselves again in Bennet's car; and Bennet invited both his cousin and her friend to his father's apartment. When Ethel refused, as he expected her to, he hurried them to the Scott Street house and entered with them.
"Not a bad show, when you think it over," he commented, with the slight depreciation expected of a host when referring to an entertainment which he has paid for. "She really did pretty well, didn't she?"
Ethel refrained from replying, and Bennet continued, "She did a fair amount of mind reading. Not as much as you get from a good act at vaudeville where they read what's on the card in your pocket. Ever had 'em do that to you, Loutrelle?"
"No," said Barney.
"Well, that's really good sometimes; much better than anything we got to-night. Of course we all went there loaded with the idea of James Quinlan, and she was clever enough to get the initials of the name from us. Now while that wasn't like a good act, it wasn't bad. Then she pulled some silly stuff like they all do."
"You mean about the torch and Galilee?" Barney said.
"Did that mean anything to you?" Bennet challenged.
"No," Barney admitted.
Bennet turned from him to Ethel. "Then that stuff about your father was pure fake, of course. She got it up. Nothing any one could check. Now how did she really do it, Loutrelle? What was that stuff you asked her?"
"I put some questions in Chippewa."
"Why in Chippewa?"
"The Indians I was raised with were Chippewas."
