"In the first place, den, ladies and gentlemen," he went on to say, "I mean to show you my magic mirror."
Mole glanced nervously at Dick, and from him to Jack Harkaway.
But both looked as stolid as Dutchmen.
Monday drew back the curtain from the easel, disclosing a frame, on which was fitted a plain black board.
"In this frame," said the professor of the black art, "I can show you any persons you may ask for, dat is, persons who are known to you."
Mr. Mole had heard enough to convince him that he was in danger of being once more sacrificed to the insatiable passion of his two old pupils for chaffing and practical joking.
"Well, sar," said Monday, "just you try um."
"We will," said Dick.
"Well, then, sar, who shall be the first person I must bring before you?"
No reply.