"My head," murmured Garrod. "It gives me no rest."
"Um!" said Jean Paul. "I cure you. With my people I what you call doctor."
"Doctors can't do me any good," Garrod muttered.
"Me, I not the same lak' other doctors," said Jean Paul calmly. "First, I tell you what's the matter. Your body not sick; it's your, what you call, your soul."
Garrod looked at him with a start.
Jean Paul lowered his voice. "You hate!" he hissed.
"What damn nonsense is this?" said Garrod tremblingly.
"What's the use to make believe?" said Jean Paul with a shrug. "I doctor—conjuror they call me. I know. You know what I know."
Garrod weakened. "Know what?" he said. "How do you know?"
"I know because same way I hate," said Jean Paul softly.