s; lower and lower it descended until it
disappeared altogether.

It was some time before anyone spoke, so great was the feeling of
wonder. The Doctor was the first to break the silence.

"I have never seen that before," he said, "though I have heard of it
from a native Rajah."

"Would the sahibs like to see more?" the juggler asked.

The two Miss Hunters, Mrs. Rintoul, and several of the others said they
had seen enough, but among the men there was expressed a general wish to
see another feat.

"I would not have missed this for anything," the Doctor said. "It would
be simple madness to throw away such a chance."

The ladies, therefore, with the exception of Mrs. Hunter, Mrs. Doolan,
and Isobel, retired into the house.

"You must all go on one side now," the juggler said, "for it is only on
one side what I am now going to do can be seen."

He then proceeded to light a fire of charcoal. When he had done this,
he said, "The lights must now be extinguished and the curtains drawn, so
that the light will not stream out from the house."

As soon as this was done he poured a powder over the fire, and by its
faint light the cloud of white smoke could be seen.

"Now I will show you the past," he said. "Who speaks?"

There was silence, and then Dr. Wade said, "Show me my past."

A faint light stole up over the smoke--it grew brighter and brighter;
and then a picture was clearly seen upon it.

It was the sea, a house standing by itself in a garden, and separated
from the water only by a road. Presently the figure of a girl appeared
at the gate, and, stepping out, looked down the road as if waiting for
someone. They could make out all the details of her dress and see her
features distinctly. A low exclamation broke from the Doctor, then the
picture gradually faded away.

"The future!" the juggler said, and gradually an Indian scene appeared
on the smoke. It was a long, straight road, bordered by a jungle. A
native was seen approaching; he paused in the foreground.

"That is you, Doctor!" Mr. Hunter exclaimed; "you are got up as a
native, but it's you."

Almost at the same moment two figures came out from the jungle. They
were also in native dress.

"You and Miss Hannay," the Doctor said in a low tone to Bathurst,
"dressed like a native and dyed." But no one else detected the disguise,
and the picture again faded away.

"That is enough, Rujub," Bathurst said, for he felt Isobel lean back
heavily against the ha