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"May I look at the Daily Mirror, Mr Cathcart?" he asked

"There is no doubt of his guilt," the old man said, as he handed the paper across (the tere deep in a law case now) "I said so to Markham a dozen times--" and so on

But there was no more word of spiritualism Laurie propped the paper before him as he finished his cheese, and waited for coffee, and read with unseeing eyes He was resenting as hard as he could the abruptness of the opening and closing of the subject, and the coard non to hiarette; and still the two talked

He stood up at last and reached down his hat and stick The old , Mr Baxter? Good day Well then; and as I aiting in court--"

Laurie passed out indignantly, and went down the stairs

So that was Mr Cathcart Well, he was thankful he hadn't written to him, after all He was not his kind in the least

II

The moment he passed out of the door the oldafter the boy Then he turned again to his friend

"I' idiot," he said

Mr Morton sniffed

"I've put hiainst me now--Lord kno; but I've done it; and he won't listen to me"