“Now, please take off your glove––the left one,” he commanded softly. Sadie obeyed mechanically. Barnes went on:
“Before deciding upon what you should do, I’d like to know definitely about you––if you don’t mind.”
“What do you want me to tell you?” asked Sadie, with a brave effort to keep her voice from running off into little tremors.
“Nothing!” replied the seer-faced Barnes. “What I want to discover you may not even know yourself. Allow me to look at your hand, please.”
Sadie yielded her hand with shy reluctance, allowing the young man to hold only the tips of her fingers. Whitney Barnes bent his frowning eyes over the fluttering little hand, studied the palm for a long second, then exclaimed suddenly:
“By Jove! This is extraordinary!”
Sadie started, but her curiosity was greater than her fear.
“What?” she asked, excitedly.
“Really wonderful!” Barnes kept it up.
“What?” Sadie repeated, in the same little gasp.