"Mr. Blake," she said, after pausing a second, "do you remember what we were talking about that day when we last rode out together?"
"We were talking of Mr. Voltaire," I said. "Have you found out anything more about him?"
"No, I have not. Is there any mystery connected with him?"
"I think there is. I have an indistinct kind of feeling that both he and the Egyptian are deceivers, while I am sure that Mr. Voltaire is—is your enemy."
"I have no doubt he is," I said.
She looked at me strangely.
"I had not been in Temple Hall two hours before that man had marked me as one that he would fain be rid of."
"Indeed," she said; "then if that is the case, you should listen to my advice. Have nothing to do with him."
"But I must have something to do with him, and with his friend the
Egyptian as well."
"Don't," she said anxiously; "the two work together, and both are cunning as serpents. I believe," she continued, after a pause, "that the thought-reading and mesmerism were somehow designed to injure you. I think somehow they are acquainted with forces unknown to us, and will use them for evil."