CHAPTER VI.
THE CLAIRVOYANTS "Do you believe in dreams ?" Constance Dunlap looked searchingly at her interrogator, as if her face or manner betrayed some new side of her character.
Mrs.deForest Caswell was an attractive woman verging on forty, a chance acquaintance at a shoppers' tea room downtown who had proved to be an uptown neighbor.
"I have had some rather strange experiences, Mildred," confessed Constance tentatively.

"Why!" "Because--" the other woman hesitated, then added, "why should I not tell you! Last night, Constance, I had the strangest dream.

It has left such an impression on me that I can't shake it off, although I have tried all day." "Yes?
Tell me about it." Mildred Caswell paused a moment, then began slowly, as if not to omit anything from her story.
"I dreamt that Forest was dying.

I could see him, could see the doctor and the nurse, everything.

And yet somehow I could not get to him.