cted as much; but my memory is a good one. It is stamped on my
heart forever. Great men like Sir Jasper Kingsland, grandees of the
land, forget these little things. I owe you a long debt, Sir Jasper,
and I will pay it to the uttermost farthing, so help me God!"

His black eyes blazed, his low voice rose, his arm uplifted fiercely
for an instant in dire menace. Then, quick as lightning flashes, all
was transformed. The eyes were bent upon the carpet, the arms folded,
the voice sunk, soft and servile.

"Forgive me!" he murmured. "In my gratitude I forget myself. But you
have my motive in coming here--the desire to repay you; to look into
the future of your son; to see the evils that may threaten his youth
and manhood, and to place you on your guard against them. 'Forwarned
is fore-armed,' you know. Do not doubt my power. In far-off Oriental
lands, under the golden stars of Syria, I learned the lore of the wise
men of the East. I learned to read the stars as you Englishmen read
your printed books. Believe and trust, and let me cast the horoscope
of your son."

"First let me test your vaunted power. Show me my past, before you
show me my son's future."

He held forth his hand with a cynical smile,

"As you will. Past and future are alike to me--save that the past is
easier to read. Ah! a palm seamed and crossed and marked with troubled
lines. Forty years have not gone and left no trace behind--"

"Forty years!" interrupted Sir Jasper, with sneering emphasis. "Pray
do not bungle in the very beginning."

"I bungle not," answered Achmet, sternly. "Forty years ago, on the
third of next month, you, Jasper Southdown Kingsland, were born beneath
this very roof."

"Right!" he said. "You know my age. But go on."

"Your boyhood you passed here--quiet, eventless years--with a
commonplace mother and a dull, proud father. At ten, your mother went
to her grave. At twelve, the late Sir Noel followed her. At thirteen,
you, a lonely orphan, were removed from this house to London in the
charge of a guardian that you hated. Am I not right?"

"You are. Pray go on."

"At fourteen, you went to Rugby to school. From that time until you
attained your majority your life passed in public schools and
universities, harmlessly and monotonously enough. At twenty-one, you
left Cambridge, and started to make the grand tour. You were tolerably
clever; you were young and handsome, and heir to a noble inheritance.
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