"Kings, nobles, prime ministers have belonged to our mystic ranks," proceeded Brown.
"Then I wonder they elected me in?" thought Sam.
"That book," indicating the photograph album, "contains the records of the society."
"May I look into it?"
"No," said Jones, hurriedly, laying his hand upon the book. "The time may come, but not yet."
"Just as you say," said Sam, submissively. "I'm in no hurry."
"Bandage his eyes once more," said Brown.
Robinson advanced, and tied a handkerchief over our hero's eyes.
"Now stand up."
Sam stood up.