fatalist. Go to a detective or a doctor, if you prefer modern science. I prefer the ancient lore."
"I came to you because you've done harder things than this," Shaw said to placate the independent Seer. "Go ahead with your cusps and nativities, if you like, only get us out of this fearful mess as safely and quickly as you can."
"I hope to see you on Monday," said Astro, bowing with dignity.
John Wallington Shaw left the room. As soon as he had departed, Valeska entered, laughing, the dimples showing in her cheeks and chin.
Astro's pose had gone. He threw off his robe and turban. "Did you hear the uncouth history?" he asked.
Valeska nodded. "Of all things! Can it be true?"
"Easily. Simple as milk. And at the same time one of the cleverest schemes I ever heard of. It's all straight; that is, all except the jewels. That we'll have to investigate."
"But I don't understand it at all," Valeska pouted.
"Have you happened to hear that Count D'Ampleri has been paying rather too marked attention, for an engaged man, to Miss Belle Miller, the lady whom the cruel wits of the Four Hundred have dubbed the 'Bay Mare'?"
"I knew she was in here one day for a reading."
"And was much interested in my prediction that she was to marry a titled foreigner. I heard the gossip at the Lorssons the day I went to that tea. I never forget items of that sort. They are more important than horoscopes."
