"Isn't he difficult to explain?" I ventured.
"Very," he said. "But who has ever explained how a man could keep his family up for years with no visible means of support; or how a person can promenade on his ear; or crawl into a hole and pull the hole in after him. And yet you have seen those things, I have seen them, everybody has seen them, and most of us have done them ourselves."
Later in the evening we were visited by Lamb Ral.
"Do not go tiger-hunting," he said. "It will take you out of the lines of the jewellery trade."
"Still I shall go," persisted Jacobs.
"What a singular piece of workmanship is that ytaghan!" observed Lamb Ral, waving one delicate hand towards the wall behind us.
When we turned back from seeing that there was no ytaghan there, the magician had disappeared, leaving a strong smell of lucifer matches behind him, but taking a number of triple-plated watches.
"Singular man," said Jacobs, musingly. "I wish I knew how he does it. It must be profitable."