in ! Let me introduce you to the Reverend Charles Mason.”

A very tall, thin clergyman, who was coiled up in a large basket chair, gradually unwound himself and held out a bony hand to the newcomer. Malone was aware of two very earnest and human grey eyes look¬ ing searchingly into his, and of a broad, welcoming smile which disclosed a double row of excellent teeth. It was a worn and weary face, the tired face of the spiritual fighter, but it was very kindly and compan¬ ionable, none the less. Malone had heard of the man, a Church of England vicar, who had left his model parish and the church which he had built himself in order to preach freely the doctrines of Christianity, with the new psychic knowledge super-added.

“ Why, I never seem to get away from the Spiritualists ! ” he exclaimed.

“ You never will, Mr. Malone,” said the lean clergy¬ man, chuckling. “ The world never will until it has absorbed this new knowledge which God has sent. You can’t get away from it. It is too big. At the present moment in this great city there is not a place where men or women meet that it does not come up. And yet you would not know it from the Press.”

“ Well, you can’t level that reproach at the Daily Gazette,” said Malone. “ Possibly you may have read my own descriptive articles.”

“ Yes, I read them. They are at least better than the awful sensational nonsense which the London Press usually serves up, save when they ignore it al¬ together. To read a paper like The Times you would never know that this vital movement existed at all. The only editorial allusion to it that I can ever re¬ member was in a leading article when the great paper announced that it would believe in it when it found it