“Vox populi, Enid. That is as far as the public has got at the present.”

“Well, it is as far as we have got, for that matter.”

“Yes, but we are prepared to give them a show. I don’t suppose Cabby is. By Jove, it will be hard luck if we can’t get in!”

There was a crowd at the door and a man facing them from the top of the step, waving to keep them back.

“It’s no good, friends. I am very sorry, but we can’t help it. We’ve been threatened twice with prosecution for over-crowding.” He turned facetious. “ Never heard of an Orthodox Church getting into trouble for that. No, sir, no.”

“ I’ve come all the way from ’Ammersmith,” wailed a voice. The light beat upon the eager, anxious face of the speaker, a little woman in black with a baby in her arms.

“You’ve come for clairvoyance, Mam,” said the usher, with intelligence. “See here, give me the name and address and I will write you, and Mrs. Debbs will give you a sitting gratis. That’s better than taking your chance in the crowd when, with all the will in the world, you can’t all get a turn. You’ll have yourself. No, sir, there’s no use shovin’ . . . What’s that? . . . Press?

He had caught Malone by the elbow.

“Did you say Press? The Press boycott us, sir. Look at the weekly list of services in a Saturday’s Times if you doubt it. You wouldn’t know such a thing as Spiritualism. . . . What paper, sir ? . . . ‘The Daily Gazette.’ Well, well, we are getting on. And the lady, too ? . . . Special article — my word! Stick to me, sir, and I’ll see what I can do. Shut the doors, Joe. No use, friends.