"You rewarded him?" demanded Fletcher swiftly.
"No; I—I was prepared to do so, but he disappeared."
"What was he like?"
She hesitated.
"Mrs. Denvers!" His tone was peremptory.
"I do not feel bound to tell you that," she said, in a low voice.
"I have a right to know it," he responded firmly.
And after a moment she gave in. The man was probably far away by this time. She knew that the fair was over.
"It was—the old snake-charmer."
"The man we saw at Farabad?"