"Danger?" repeated Varick with a slight lifting of his brows. "Oh well, in that case I shall keep out of it."
"Not danger to your business, Sahib," the crystal gazer went on with troubled face, "but danger in another way."
The girl, Jadeh, looked at him with quick, startled eyes and asked some question in her native tongue. He answered in the same language, and she rose suddenly with terror stricken face to fling herself at Varick's feet, weeping. Varick seemed to understand too, and looked at the seer in apprehension.
"Death?" he exclaimed. "What do you mean?"
Adhem was silent for a moment and bowed his head respectfully before the steady, inquiring gaze of the white man.
"Pardon, Sahib," he said at last. "I did not remember that you understood my language."
"What is it?" insisted Varick, abruptly. "Tell me."
"I cannot, Sahib."
"You must," declared the other. He had arisen commandingly. "You must."
The crystal gazer crossed to him and stood for an instant with his hand on the white man's shoulder, and his eyes studying the fear he found in the white man's face.
"The crystal, Sahib," he began. "It tells me that-that--"
"No, no, brother," pleaded the girl.
"Go on," Varick commanded.
"It grieves me to say that which will pain one whom I love as I do you, Sahib," said the seer, slowly. "Perhaps you had rather see for yourself?"
"Well, let me see then," said Varick. "Is it in the crystal?"
"Yes, by the grace of the gods."
"But I can't see anything there," Varick remembered. "I've tried scores of times."
"I believe this will he different, Sahib," said Adhem, quietly. "Can you stand a shock?"
Varick shook himself a little impatiently.
"Of course," he replied. "Yes, yes."
"A very serious shock?"
Again there was an impatient twist of Varick's shoulders.
"Yes, I can stand anything," he exclaimed shortly. "What is it? Let me see."
He strode toward that point in the draperies where Adhem had entered while the girl on her knees, sought with entreating hands to stop him.
"No, no, no," she pleaded. "No."
"Don't do that," Varick expostulated in annoyance, but gently he stooped and lifted her to her feet. "I am not a child-or a fool."
He threw aside the curtains. As they fell softly behind him he heard a pitiful little cry of grief from Jadeh and set his teeth together hard.
He stood in the crystal cabinet. It was somewhat larger than an ordinary closet and had been made impenetrable to the light by hangings of black velvet. For awhile he stood still so that his eyes might become accustomed to the utter blackness, and gradually the sinister fascinating crystal ball appeared, faintly visible by its own mystic luminosity. It rested on a pedestal of black velvet.
Varick was accustomed to his surroundings-he had been in the cabinet many times. Now he dropped down on a stool in front of the table whereon the crystal lay and leaning forward on his arms stared into its limpid depths. Unblinkingly for one, two, three minutes he sat there with his thoughts in a chaos.
After awhile there came a change in the ball. It seemed to glow with a growing light other than its own. Suddenly it darkened completely, and out of this utter darkness grew shadowy, vague forms to which he could give no name. Finally a veil seemed lifted for the globe grew brighter and he leaned forward, eagerly, fearfully. Another veil melted away and a still brighter light illumined the ball.
Now Varick was able to make out objects. Here was a table littered with books and papers, there a chair, yonder a shadowy mantel. Gradually the light grew until his tensely fixed eyes pained him, but he stared steadily on. Another quick brightness came and the objects all became clear. He studied them incredulously for a few seconds, and then he recognized what he saw. It was a room-his study-miles away in his apartments.
A sudden numb chilliness seized him but he closed his teeth hard and gazed on. The outlines of the crystal were disappearing, now they were gone and he saw more. A door opened and a man entered the room into which he was looking. Varick gave a little gasp as he recognized the man. It was-himself. He watched the man-himself-as he moved about the study aimlessly for a time as if deeply troubled, then as he dropped into a chair at the desk. Varick read clearly on the vision-face those emotions which he was suffering in person. As he looked the man made some hopeless gesture with his hands-his hands-and leaned forward on the desk with his head on his arms. Varick shuddered.
For a long time, it seemed, the man sat motionless, then Varick became conscious of another figure-a man-in the room. This figure had come into the vision from his own view point. His face was averted-Varick did not recognize the figure, but he saw something else and started in terror. A knife was in the hand of the unknown, and he was creeping stealthily toward the unconscious figure in the chair-himself-with the weapon raised.
An inarticulate cry burst from Varick's colourless lips-a cry of warning-as he saw the unknown creep on, on, on toward-himself. He saw the figure that was himself move a little and the unknown leaped. The upraised knife swept down and was buried to the handle. Again a cry, an unintelligible shriek, burst from Varick's lips; his heart fluttered and perspiration poured from his face. With incoherent mutterings he sank forward helplessly.
How long he remained there he didn't know, but at last he compelled himself to look again. The crystal glittered coldly on its pedestal of velvet but that hideous thing which had been there was gone. The thought came to him to bring it back, to see more, but repulsive fear, terror seized upon him. He rose and staggered out of the cabinet. His face was pallid and his hands clasped and unclasped nervously.
Jadeh was lying on a divan sobbing. She leaped to her feet when he entered, and looking into his face she knew. Again she buried her face in her hands and wept afresh. Adhem stood with moody eyes fixed on the great god Budd.
"I saw-I understand," said Varick between his teeth, "but-I don't believe it."
"The crystal never lies, Sahib," said the seer, sorrowfully.
"But it can't be-that," Varick declared protestingly.
"Be careful, Sahib, oh, be careful," urged the girl.
"Of course I shall be careful," said Varick, shortly. Suddenly he turned to the crystal gazer and there was a menace in his tone. "Did such a thing ever appear to you before?"
"Only once, Sahib."
"And did it come true?"
Adhem inclined his head, slowly.
"I may see you tomorrow," exclaimed Varick suddenly. "This room is stifling. I must go out."
With twitching hands he drew on a light coat over his evening dress, picked up his hat and rushed out into the world of realities. The crystal gazer stood for a moment while Jadeh clung to his arm, tremblingly.
"It is as the gods will," he said sadly, at last.
Professor Augustus S. F. X. Van Dusen-The Thinking Machine-received Howard Varick in the small reception room and invited him to a seat. Varick's face was ashen; there were dark lines under his eyes and in them there was the glitter of an ungovernable terror. Every move showed the nervousness which gripped him. The Thinking Machine squinted at him curiously, then dropped back into his big chair.
For several minutes Varick said nothing; he seemed to be struggling to control himself. Suddenly he burst out:
"I'm going to die some day next week. Is there any way to prevent it?"
The Thinking Machine turned his great yellow head and looked at him in a manner which nearly indicated surprise.