“Probably not; she was of medium height, as a detail of external interest.  But, although rather unusually attractive in a merely superficial and physical sense, it was instantly evident from her speech and bearing, that, in her, intellect dominated; her mind, Smithy, reigned serene, unsullied, triumphant over matter.”

Smith looked up in amazement, but Brown, a reminiscent smile lighting his face, went on: 

“She had a very winsome manner—­a way of speaking—­so prettily in earnest, so grave.  And she looked squarely at me all the time——­”

“So you contributed to the Home for Unemployed Patagonians.”

“Would you mind shutting up?” asked Brown.

“No.”

“Then try to listen respectfully.  She began by explaining the significance of that pea-green mouse on the card.  It seems, Smith, that there is a scientific society called The Green Mouse, composed of a few people who have determined to apply, practically, certain theories which they believe have commercial value.”

“Was she,” inquired Smith with misleading politeness, “what is known as an ’astrologist’?”

“She was not.  She is the president, I believe, of The Green Mouse Society.  She explained to me that it has been indisputably proven that the earth is not only enveloped by those invisible electric currents which are now used instead of wires to carry telegraphic messages, but that this world of ours is also belted by countless psychic currents which go whirling round the earth——­”

“What kind of currents?”

“Psychic.”

“Which circle the earth?”

“Exactly.  If you want to send a wireless message you hitch on to a current, don’t you?—­or you tap it—­or something.  Now, they have discovered that each one of these numberless millions of psychic currents passes through two, living, human entities of opposite sex; that, for example, all you have got to do to communicate with the person who is on the same psychical current that you are, is to attune your subconscious self to a given intensity and pitch, and it will be like communication by telephone, no matter how far apart you are.”

“Brown!”

“What?”

“Did she go to your office to tell you that sort of—­of—­information?”

“Partly.  She was perfectly charming about it.  She explained to me that all nature is divided into predestined pairs, and that somewhere, at some time, either here on earth or in some of the various future existences, this predestined pair is certain to meet and complete the universal scheme as it has been planned.  Do you understand, Smithy?”

Smith sat silent and reflective for a while, then: 

“You say that her theory is that everybody owns one of those psychic currents?”

“Yes.”

“I am on a private psychic current whirling around this globe?”

“Sure.”

“And some—­ah—­young girl is at the other end?”