Chapter Ten.
The Syyed’s Tangi.
“Are you superstitious, Miss Clive?”
“Well, I don’t know. Not more than other people, I suppose.”
“That is tantamount to an answer in the affirmative,” rejoined Raynier. “Believer in ‘luck.’ Observances connected with the new moon—the finding of a horse-shoe. Things of that kind.”
“Oh no, I’m not,” she answered decidedly.
“What? You would really upset the salt, and omit to throw some over your shoulder—or walk under a ladder?”
“As to that, I’d make sure there was no one on it with a paint-pot first.”
“That’s better. And you’re not afraid of ghosts, eh?”