Harkaway and Jefferson stared again.
"Hullo!" ejaculated old Jack; "what the deuce is madcap Dick up to now?"
"Can't hazard a guess," said Jefferson.
"Mesmerism can not read the future as my art does," said the necromancer.
"It can," said Dick; "it corroborates all you have said. I'll give you a proof of it before our friends here."
And then, before he could object, Dick made a mesmeric pass or two across young Jack's face, and immediately it appeared to take effect.
Young Jack's eyes were closed, and for a moment there played about his mouth a merry smile of mischief, and then he appeared to be in a state of coma.
Never was mesmerism effected with such little trouble.
"Now tell me," said Dick, with all the tricks of manner of the professional mesmerist, "tell me to what this person alludes?"
"He speaks of Mathias, the brigand chief."