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"In a few years' time, we shall see the like performed on the sands at our fashionable watering-places." "I am glad," said Kaffar, "that the education of your country has so far advanced." I went on talking, not realizing that I was all the time forging a chain that should hold me in cruel bondage. "I am afraid it says very little for our education," I replied.

A look of wonder began to settle on the faces of the guests, and exclamations of surprise and bewilderment were apparent. It was apparent that nearly all were converts to his beliefs, if beliefs they might be called. After a number of articles were shown and described, Kaffar was recalled, and was loudly applauded. "You see," said Voltaire, "the evident truth of this.

On ordinary occasions I should not have minded much, but now everything depended on my getting to London at a certain hour. How slowly the train seemed to creep, to be sure; and how long we stopped at the little roadside stations! Simon did his best to cheer me, while Kaffar furtively watched us both, as if in fear. I was silent and fearful, for I felt sure the Egyptian meditated escape.

Simon heaved a deep sigh, and peered wearily around, while the professor kept his eye steadily upon him. "Do you see Kaffar, the Egyptian?" repeated he. "Yes, I see him," said Simon at length. "Where?" "That's what I'm trying to find out," said Simon. "The place is strange; the people talk in a strange tongue. I can't make 'em out."

Footmarks were to be seen on the edge of the deep pond, indicating a struggle; but Kaffar was nowhere to be seen. "'It cannot be! It cannot be! said Miss Forrest. 'But what then? "'I asked Mr. Blake questions. I accused him of many things, but he denied nothing. "'Denied nothing? "'Nothing, Miss Forrest. He tacitly admitted everything.

Instantly all eyes were turned on me, and, do as I might, I could not help an uncomfortable flush rising in my face. "I do not know what Mr. Kaffar means," I replied. "I am as ignorant as to the origin of the ghost as he is, perhaps more so." Instantly Kaffar leapt from his chair, and came up to me, his hands clenched, his black eyes gleaming, his teeth set together as if in a terrible rage.

"Can you draw a sketch of the road to it from the railway station?" and he put a piece of paper and pencil in Simon's hand. Without hesitating, Simon drew a sketch, a facsimile of which is given on the opposite page. I had been to Turin, and remembered some of the places the sketch indicated. It might be far from perfect, but it was sufficient for me. It would be child's play to find Kaffar there.

What I see he will see, although in your idea of the matter he does not see at all. Now, first of all, I wish you to blindfold my friend Kaffar. Perhaps Mr. Blake, seeing he longs for truth, may like to do this. No? Well, then, perhaps our host will. Thank you, Mr. Temple." With this Tom Temple completely blindfolded the Egyptian, and then we awaited the further development of the matter.

I found, however, that I could hire a horse and trap that would take me there in about two hours. I therefore closed with this offer, and shortly after drove away. I felt sure I had made one step forward. Kaffar was alive. The blunt Yorkshireman's description of him tallied exactly with the real appearance of the Egyptian.

"Do you know any of the people who are here?" I asked. "I have met nearly all the young ladies, but only two of the gentlemen Mr. Voltaire and Mr. Kaffar. I saw them on the Continent." "Indeed?" I said, while I have no doubt a dark look passed over my face. "Do you not like them?" she asked.

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