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“The picture as you draw it seems to me quite a pleasant one.”

“So it is, again.”

“And you say nothing happens?”

“Well–” Sir John took the cigar from his mouth and looked at it– “nothing ever happens in it, definitely: nothing at all. But always in the dream there’s a smell of lemon verbena–it comes from the garden–and a curious hissing noise–and a sense of a black man’s being somehow mixed up in it all. . . .”

“A black man?”

“Black or brown . . . in the dream I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen him. The hissing sound–it’s like the hiss of a snake, only ten times louder–may have come into the dream of late years. As to that I won’t swear. But I’m dead certain there was always a black man mixed up in it, or what I may call a sense of one: and that, as you will say, is the most curious part of the whole business.”

Sir John flipped away the ash of his cigar and leant forward impressively.

“If I wasn’t, as I say, dead sure of his having been in it from the first,” he went on, “I could tell you the exact date when he took a hand in the game: because,” he resumed after another pause, “I once actually saw what I’m telling you.”

“But you told me,” objected Mr. Molesworth, “that you had never actually seen it.”

“I was wrong then. I saw it once, in a Burmese boy’s hand at Maulmain. The old Eastern trick, you know: palmful of ink and the rest of it. There was nothing particular about the boy except an ugly scar on his cheek (caused, I believe, by his mother having put him down to sleep in the fireplace while the clay floor of it was nearly red-hot under the ashes). His master called himself his grandfather–a holy-looking man with a white beard down to his loins: and the pair of them used to come up every year from Mergui or some such part, at the Full Moon of Taboung, which happens at the end of March and is the big feast in Maulmain. The pair of them stood close by the great entrance of the Shway Dagone, where the three roads meet, and just below the long flights of steps leading up to the pagoda. The second day of the feast I was making for the entrance with a couple of naval officers I had picked up at the Club, and my man, Moung Gway, following as close as he could keep in the crowd. Just as we were going up the steps, the old impostor challenged me, and, partly to show my friends what the game was like–for they were new to the country–I stopped and found a coin for him. He poured the usual dollop of ink into the boy’s hand, and, by George, sir, next minute I was staring at the very thing I’d seen a score of times in my dreams but never out of them. I tell you, there’s more in that Eastern hanky-panky than meets the eye; beyond that I’ll offer no opinion. Outside the magic I believe the whole business was a put-up job, to catch my attention and take me unawares. For when I stepped back, pretty well startled, and blinking from the strain of keeping my attention fixed on the boy’s palm, a man jumped forward from the crowd and precious nearly knifed me. If it hadn’t been for Moung Gway, who tripped him up and knocked him sideways, I should have been a dead man in two twos–for my friends were taken aback by the suddenness of it. But in less than a minute we had him down and the handcuffs on him; and the end was, he got five years’ hard, which means hefting chain-shot from one end to another of the prison square and then hefting it back again. There was a rather neat little Burmese girl, you see–a sort of niece of Moung Gway’s–who had taken a fancy to me; and this turned out to be a disappointed lover, just turned up from a voyage to Cagayan in a paddy-boat. I believed he had fixed it up with the venerable one to hold me with the magic until he got in his stroke. Venomous beggars, those Burmans, if you cross ’em in the wrong way! The fellow got his release a week before I left Maulmain for good, and the very next day Moung Gway was found, down by the quays, dead as a haddock, with a wound between the shoulder-blades as neat as if he’d been measured for it. Oh, I could tell you a story or two about those fellows!”