p>"They form an element in high finance," Sir Charles admitted coldly.
"Pre-cisely," the Seer murmured, his accent for a moment less Spanish than before. "And, as they were marked strictly private, I respect, of course, the seal of confidence. That's all I wish to say. I hold it a duty, being intrusted with such powers, not to use them in a manner which may annoy or incommode my fellow-creatures."
"Your feeling does you honour," Sir Charles answered, with some acerbity. Then he whispered in my ear: "Confounded clever scoundrel, Sey; rather wish we hadn't brought him here."
Señor Herrera seemed intuitively to divine this wish, for he interposed, in a lighter and gayer tone--
"I will now show you a different and more interesting embodiment of occult power, for which we shall need a somewhat subdued arrangement of surrounding lights. Would you mind, señor host--for I have purposely abstained from reading your name on the brain of any one present--would you mind
This book may have worked if the swindled were not always the same person - being the African Millionaire. However as it stands now each short story attempts to perpetuate a belief that one man and his executive assistant can not recognise the same swindler who comes upon them time and time again, defraying their ability to recognise him simply be a change of hair style and a fake nose etc. First short story okay, second possible but after that the book grows tiresome.
Some sense of humour and boredom in this book at the same time.