“To some extent it is true, but it’s an easy guess.”
The woman shrugged her shapely shoulders and fluttered her fan.
“Oh, not so easy!” she exclaimed. “I have but begun. When I am done, say I am an impostor—if you can.”
“I beg your pardon,” came quietly from Frank; “I must tell you honestly that I take no stock in the mummery of fortune-telling. I do not wish to seem rude, but you are interrupting——”
“I know; still you will thank me when I am done. I am going to tell you of the terrible dangers you have been in, of the deadly perils to come, and how you may escape them. This night you have been in danger! This night you have been close to death! You escaped by a miracle.”
“Where were you that you learned so much?”
“I read it in your face, but the stars tell me many things. To-night the stars have told me of you, Frank Merriwell.”
She knew his name!
Frank’s interest increased swiftly, and she laughed as she saw it.
“I knew you would listen,” she declared. “No one refuses to listen to me.”