person bewitched, preceded him.
"Don't be long, Tony," Edna called to him.
"I may be some time," he answered, and shut the door behind him.
Five minutes passed--ten. To those waiting it seemed an hour. Once Mr.
Albertson walked near the door and bent his head.
"Can you hear anything?" said Edna.
"Not a thing," said, Mr. Albertson.
"You wouldn't be such a cad as to listen, would you?" said Durland.
Nobody answered him. More time elapsed; and then Albertson, springing up, walked with a firm step to the door and turned the handle. It was locked. Albertson shook back a long gray lock from his forehead.
"What do you make of that?" he said.
Miss Wellington laughed.
"Mrs. Conway has the right explanation, I think," she said. "She's done the trick with Mr. Wood too."