"Lillian's crystal-gazing? Why, of course!" she
said. "She should make a very beautiful seer. We are all
quite curious."
Bramfell pursed up his lips. "She has a very beautiful tent
at the end of the conservatory. It took five men as many days
to rig it up. We couldn't hear ourselves talk, for hammering.
My wife said it made her feel quite philanthropic, it reminded
her so much of a charity bazaar."
Everybody laughed; and at the same moment Blessington came
quickly across the room and joined the group.
"Hallo!" he said. "Anybody seen Witcheston? He's next on my
list for the crystal business."
Again the whole party laughed, and Bramfell, stepping forward,
touched Blessington's arm in mock seriousness.
"Witcheston is playing bridge, like a sensible man," he said.
"Leave him in peace, Bobby."
Blessington made a comical grimace. "But I'm working this on
commercial principles," he said. "I keep the list, names and
hours complete, and Lady Astrupp gazes, in blissful ignorance
as to who her victims are.
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