"I am no scoffer," returned the necromancer; "speak on."
"What would you know?"
"When is my danger to begin? Let him say that."
"Speak," said Dick, making mesmeric passes across Jack's face.
"He need fear nothing at present," said young Jack.
The wizard drew a long breath of relief.
"The police are below," continued young Jack, "but for ten minutes there is no danger."
"Ten minutes!"
"Yes."
"And after?" gasped the wizard, breathlessly.