It was the same afternoon.
Balsamo stared calmly at a young dark-browed man who had entered his sanctuary with much the same air as a village bumpkin assumes when he is about to be shown the three-card trick on a race-course. Balsamo did not even ask him to sit down.
"Why do you come to me? You don't believe in me," said Balsamo, curtly. "Why