"And who has recommended you?" I said. "Or have you any sort of introduction or credentials to me? quot;
He made a sign which I immediately recognised. Caution, however, was imposed by the law to which that sign appealed.
"You can read," I said, "by starlight?"
"Better than by any other," he rejoined with a smile.
One or two more tokens interchanged left me no doubt that the claim was genuine, and, of course, irresistible.
"Enough," I replied. "You may take entire charge on the usual terms, which, doubtless, you know better than I."
"You trust me then, absolutely?" he said, in a tone of some little surprise.
"In trusting you," I replied, "I trust the Zinta. I am tolerably sure to be safe in hands recommended by them."
"You are right," he said, "and how right this will prove to you," and he placed in my hand a small cake upon which was stamped an impression of the signet that I had seen on Esmo's wrist. When he saw that I recognised it, he took it back, and, breaking it into fragments, chewed and swallowed it.
"This," he said, "was given me to avouch the following message:—Our Chiefs are informed that the Order is threatened with a novel danger. Systematic persecution by open force or by law has been attempted and defeated ages ago, and will hardly be tried again. What seems to be intended now is the destruction of our Chiefs, individually, by secret means—means which it is supposed we shall not be able to trace to the instigators, even if we should detect their instruments ."
"But," I remarked, "those who have warned you of the danger must know from whom it proceeds, and those who are employed in such an attack must run not only the ordinary risk of assassins, but the further risk entailed by the peculiar powers of those they assail."
