"The stars are very clear on that point," continued the voice. "Your mind is bent on more serious things. You have a business matter that troubles you."
"Wonderful!" ejaculated Colonel Witham, under his breath. "What else do you see?" he inquired, eagerly.
"Let me read the stars," continued the voice. "I see what looks like another man."
"Yes, yes," said Witham, forgetting in his eagerness that he had come in, half skeptical, and meant to reveal nothing on his own part. "Is he hiding anything?"
"Wait—not so fast," replied the voice. Then, after a pause, "No, he is not hiding anything."
Colonel Witham's jaw dropped.
"But," continued the sorceress, "there is something strange about him. Wait, until I ask the spirits. They will tell something. Yes, he has something already hidden. It is secreted. He has hidden something away. Let me see, are they papers? They look like papers, but it is vague—"
"And where are they hidden?" cried Colonel Witham, rising from his seat eagerly.
"The spirits will not say," answered the voice. "They seem to be angry at something. Ah, they say they must have more money."
"But I paid at the door," protested Colonel Witham.