The continual assumptions on which conclusions were based; the incredible character of the allegations; and--most damning fact of all--the foul source from which the evidence was derived.

Everything turned on the veracity of the Coulombs, and they were self-stamped as partners in the alleged frauds.

Could I put such against the frank, fearless nature that I had caught a glimpse of, against the proud fiery truthfulness that shone at me from the clear, blue eyes, honest and fearless as those of a noble child?
Was the writer of "The Secret Doctrine" this miserable impostor, this accomplice of tricksters, this foul and loathsome deceiver, this conjuror with trap-doors and sliding panels?
I laughed aloud at the absurdity and flung the Report aside with the righteous scorn of an honest nature that knew its own kin when it met them, and shrank from the foulness and baseness of a lie.
The next day saw me at the Theosophical Publishing Company's office at 7, Duke Street, Adelphi, where Countess Wachtmeister--one of the lealest of H.P.B.'s friends--was at work, and I signed an application to be admitted as fellow of the Theosophical Society.
On receiving my diploma I betook myself to Lansdowne Road, where I found H.P.B.

alone.

I went over to her, bent down and kissed her, but said no word.