“You are making progress?” asked the fortune-teller eagerly.
Charlie regarded him fixedly. “Every moment we are approaching nearer. One or two little matters—and we are at journey’s end.”
“Good,” said Tarneverro heartily. “You know now my stake in the affair. I hope you will forgive me that I didn’t reveal it fully at the start.”
“Explanation has been most reasonable,” smiled Chan. “All is forgiven. I think you may now be excused.”
“Thank you.” Tarneverro glanced at his watch. “It is getting on toward the dinner hour, isn’t it? I’m sorry that what I have told you is of no vital importance in your search. If there were only some really valuable contribution that I could make—”
Chan nodded. “Understand your feeling plenty well. Who knows? Your opportunity may yet arise.” He escorted Tar
