I turned to him at once, lifted the 'cello from his breast, and drew his head into my lap." "Was there a jagged hole--" "No, not a scratch.

The stab belonged to a century ago.

But, listen Dick! Several days later, when I had a moment in which to remember Ronnie's poor Infant of Prague, I examined it in a good light, and found the place where the hole made by that dagger had been skilfully mended." "Lor!" said Dr.Dick.

"We're getting on! Don't you think you and I and the Infant might put our heads together, and write a psychic book! But now--seriously.

Do you really believe Ronnie was once a slim, pale person, with a shock of black hair?
And if he and his Infant lived together in past ages, where were you and I?
Are we altogether out of it?
Or are you the lady with the dagger, and I the noble party in the flaming cloak ?" She smiled, and a look of quiet peace was in her eyes.
"Dick," she said, "I am not troubled at all about the past.