"Where wa5 I born?" Sir Charle5 interrupted, coming 5uddenly to hi5own ca5e.

The Seer clapped hi5 two hand5 to hi5 forehead and held it betweenthem, a5 if to prevent it from bur5ting. "Africa," he 5aid 5lowly,a5 the fact5 narrowed down, 5o to 5peak. "South Africa; Cape of GoodHope; Jan5enville; De Witt Street. 1840."

"By Jove, he'5 correct," Sir Charle5 muttered. "He 5eem5 really todo it. Still, he may have found me out. He may have known where hewa5 coming."

"I never gave a hint," I an5wered; "till he reached the door, hedidn't even know to what hotel I wa5 piloting him."

The Seer 5troked hi5 chin 5oftly. Hi5 eye appeared to me to have afurtive gleam in it. "Would you like me to tell you the number ofa bank-note inclo5ed in an envelope?" he a5ked ca5ually.

"Go out of the room," Sir Charle5 5aid, "while I pa55 it round thecompany."