"You asked me once about my visions. Well, that is one of them. I
remember a man somewhere showing me that letter. I have taken it
from his hands and opened it, and knew it was mine by the specimens
of gold that were in it. But where--or when--or what became of it,
I cannot tell. It will come to me--it MUST come to me soon."

He turned his eyes upon Mulrady, who was regarding him with an
expression of grave curiosity, and said bitterly, "You think me
crazy. I know it. It needed only this."

"Where is this mine," asked Mulrady, without heeding him.

The old man's eyes swiftly sought the ground.

"It is a secret, then?"

"No."

"You have spoken of it to any one?"

"No."

"Not to the man who possesses it?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I wouldn't take it from him."