He goes to a mantelpiece in the room and points to a calendar. He
touches a date with his forefinger."
"What date?" Lady Annesley-Seton cried out. It was forbidden to speak to
the seeress in the midst of a vision, but Constance forgot in the strain
of her excitement.
The Countess gave a gasp, fell back in her chair, and put her hands over
her eyes. "Oh!" she stammered, as though she awoke from sleep. "How my
head aches! It is all gone!"
"I'm so sorry!" Constance apologized. "It began to seem so real, I
thought I was in that room with you. You are unaccountable! You couldn't
know what happened. Yet you have been seeing the thief who stole our
silver last night, and the Nelson Smiths' jewellery, but no jewellery of
ours. That is the strange part of the affair, for I have a few things I
adore--and they would have been easy to find. You didn't even know we
_had_ been robbed, did you?"
"No, of course not," said the Countess. "I am sorry! Was it in the
papers?"
"It will be this evening and to-morrow morning! But the police must hear
about this vision of yours, the vision of the man with the latchkey.
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