country, Madame!"

Sylvia felt a vague, uneasy feeling of oppression, almost of fear, steal
over her. It seemed to her that Madame Cagliostra was looking at her with
puzzled, pitying eyes.

The soothsayer again put a fat and not too clean finger down on the
upturned face of a card.

"There is something here I do not understand; something which I miss when
I look at you as I am now looking at you. It is something you always
wear--"

She gazed searchingly at Sylvia, and her eyes travelled over Mrs.
Bailey's neck and bosom.

"I see them and yet they are not there! They appear like little balls of
light. Surely it is a necklace?"

Sylvia looked extremely surprised. Now, at last, Madame Cagliostra was
justifying her claim to a supernatural gift!

"These balls of light are also your Fate!" exclaimed the woman
impetuously. "If you had them here--I care not what they be--I should
entreat you to give them to me to throw away."

Madame Wolsky began to laugh. "I don't think you would do that," she
observed drily.

But Madame Cagliostra did not seem to hear the interruption.