"Quite so, Mr. Meyer, it can't be found, so you had better let us go
down to the Makalanga."
"But there is a way, Miss Clifford, there is a way. You know where it
lies, and you can show me."
"If I knew I would show you soon enough, Mr. Meyer, for then you could
take the stuff and our partnership would be at an end."
"Not until it is divided ounce by ounce and coin by coin. But
first--first you must show me, as you say you will, and as you can."
"How, Mr. Meyer? I am not a magician."
"Ah! but you are. I will tell you how, having your promise. Listen now,
both of you. I have studied. I know a great many secret things, and I
read in your face that you have the gift--let me look in your eyes a
while, Miss Clifford, and you will go to sleep quite gently, and then
in your sleep, which shall not harm you at all, you will see where that
gold lies hidden, and you will tell us."
"What do you mean?" asked Benita, bewildered.
"I know what he means," broke in Mr. Clifford. "You mean that you want
to mesmerize her as you did the Zulu chief."
Benita opened her lips to speak, but Meyer said quickly:
"No, no; hear me first before you refuse. You have the gift, the
precious gift of clairvoyance, that is so rare."
"How do you know that, Mr.
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