“Then your friend still lives,” said Ai, calmly.
“Impossible!”
“Why do you doubt my word, Ergamenes?”
Then with great suppressed excitement and much agitation, Reuel repeated the story of Dianthe’s death as brought to him by the last mail he had received from America.
“You say that ‘Molly,’ as you call her, was also drowned?”
“Yes.”
“Let us try the disk.”
They returned to the mirror and instantly the face of Molly Vance gazed at them from the river’s bed, surrounded by seaweed and grasses.
“Can a man believe in his own sanity!” exclaimed Reuel in an agony of perplexity.
Ai made no reply, but returned to the font. “I think it best to call up the face of your enemy. I am sure you have one.” Immediately the water reflected the debonair face of Aubrey Livingston, which was almost instantly blotted out by the face of Jim Titus.