The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-25

power-I have done so for years. Perhaps your wife would grant me the favor of an interview? I should so much like to meet her and talk to her."
 Certainly" exclaimed MT. Grange, who was now delighted with his visitor. q am sure she would like to meet gentleman like yourself who is interested in-er-oc- cultism. Excuse me while run upstairs to her'
 He left the shop by side door opening on the passage leading to the private apart ments above the shop. A few minutes later he came back with an invitation to Crewe to follow him upstairs to the sitting room. Crewe followed him into a room which side one of the two windows sat Mrs. Grange. She rose to meet Crewe. She was about four feet in height, but her deformed figure seemed to make her look smaller. Her skin was dark and coarse and her teeth were large. On her upper lip there was a slight growth of hair and her eye brows were very thick and shaggy She had deep black eyes, and after her bow to Crewe she gazed at him in fixed, pene- trating way-the look of an animal on the watch.
 Crewe took particular note of the way in winch her black hair was dressed. He closed the door behind him and took seat near it when the dwarf sat down in her armchair. MT. Grange stood few feet from his wife and again rubbed his hands together to express his satisfaction.
 Ut is very good of you to see me-" said Crewe to the dwarf. q was so much struck with the account Inspector Murchson gave me of your psychic powers that it occurred to me that you might be able to assist me in somewhat similar way to that in which you assisted Constable Bell"
 q shall be pleased to try" said the dwarf slowly. "But success is not always pos sble." She spoke in thin, high-p pitched voice.
 "So understood" said Crewe. But my case is, I think, less difficult than that of Constable Bell. have not lost anything. On the contrary I have found something, which 1 want to restore to the owner. If I give you this thing I have found to hold, you could describe the owner to me, could you not?"
 Ut is possible,' said the dwarf
 Crewe produced from one of the pockets of his motor coat brown paper parcel He unwrapped the paper, keeping covert obser- vation on the Oranges as he did so, and dis played the old felt hat which he had found while making his way down the path from the top of the cliff.
 ''I am anxious to restore this to its owner," he said, as he held out the hat to the dwarf.
 He intercepted the glance of angry re- proach which she gave her husband. The latter had stopped rubbing his hands and now stood gazing alternately at the hat and at Crewe, with visible trepidation on his features. The dwarf gave the hat quick Crewe.
 'It is of no value," she said, in her high pitched voice, meeting his glance intently.
 "Of very little value-from the mone- tary point of view" said Crewe. "But there are other reasons why the owner would like to have it restored to him. Do you think you could help me to find him?"-
 'No,' she replied decisively, q could not help you"
 "Why?" asked Crewe.
 Because it does not interest me. I must feel an interest," must feel in sympathy with the object on which I am asked to exert my powers Without such sympathy l can do nothing, for when I close my eyes to see the vision become as blind as those born without sight,"
 "And you have no interest in helping me to restore this hat to it's owner?" asked Crewe.
 "None" she replied