You have an appointment, I believe, to be photographed in fancy dress as Mary Queen of Scots ?" "Well ?" assented the girl.
"And you telephoned Hudson," he continued, "to bring you your muff." The girl exclaimed with vexation.
"Oh!" she protested; "I knew they'd get it wrong! Not muff, ruff! I want my ruff." Philip felt a cold shiver creep down his spine.
"For the love of Heaven!" he exclaimed in horror; "it's true!" "What's true ?" demanded the young woman in some alarm.
"That I'm a mind reader," declared Philip.

"I've read your mind! I can read everybody's mind.

I know just what you're thinking now.

You're thinking I'm mad!" The actions of the young lady showed that again he was correct.

With a gasp of terror she fled past him and raced up the stairs to the studio.
Philip made no effort to follow and to explain.