'I have no club. That is to say, not just at present. My address is——, but allow me to give you my card'; and producing a bit of gilt-edge pasteboard from his waistcoat pocket, Mr. Podgers handed it, with a low bow, to Lord Arthur, who read on it,
| Mr. SEPTIMUS R. PODGERS
Professional Cheiromantist
103a West Moon Street |
'My hours are from ten to four,' murmured Mr. Podgers mechanically, 'and I make a reduction for families.'
'Be quick,' cried Lord Arthur, looking very pale, and holding his hand out.
Mr. Podgers glanced nervously round, and drew the heavy poliére across the door.
'It will take a little time, Lord Arthur, you had better sit down.'
'Be quick, sir,' cried Lord Arthur again, stamping his foot angrily on the polished floor.
Mr. Podgers smiled, drew from his breast-pocket a small magnifying glass, and wiped it carefully with his handkerchief.
'I am quite ready,' he said.
