"Sure that he has found the truth?"
"Not that, but sure that he is right in making it known."
Don hesitated. He, too, had had his moments of doubt, but he perceived that Flamby's doubts were based upon some matter of which at present he knew nothing. "Paul believes quite sincerely that he has been chosen for this task," he said. "He believes his present circumstances, or Karma, to be due to a number of earlier incarnations devoted to the pursuit of knowledge."
"Do you think if that was true he would make so many mistakes about people?" asked Flamby, and her voice had not yet recovered entire steadiness.
"I have told you that he is not a magician, Flamby, but you have still to tell me why you wanted to see Orlando James."
"I don't believe I can tell you, after all." Flamby had twisted the little handkerchief into a rope and was tugging at it desperately.
"Why?"
"Well—I might be wrong, and then I should never forgive myself. It is something you ought to know, but I can see now that I cannot tell you."
Don very deliberately took up his pipe from the table. "Here's an ash-tray," said Flamby in a faint voice. "Shall we go out to tea and see if we can cheer ourselves up a bit?"
"I think we might," replied Don, smiling in almost the old way. "Some place where there is a band."