"Mehemed Sadan, the great necromancer?"
"Yes. Would you be surprised to learn that he is one of Mathias' band?"
"Why, those scoundrels have a finger in every pie."
"True," said Harvey. "Now, I have a notion to offer you. I propose that we go there and test the truth of what I say."
"How?"
"I'll tell you that as we go. Are you agreed?"
"I'm willing," said Harkaway; "any thing for a little excitement."
Off they went.
Mehemed Sadan, the Arabian magician, carried on his occult practices in a house in the best part of the town, and all his surroundings tended to show that the "black art" had proved a most profitable commerce to him.
When Harkaway, Jefferson, and Harvey arrived there, they were ushered into the presence of the magician by a negro fancifully attired, wearing silver bands round his wrists and ankles, from which dangled chains with small bells attached.