Seńor Herrera gazed through it. "Three gold coins," he replied, knitting his brows with the effort of seeing into the box: "one, an American five dollars; one, a French ten-franc piece; one, twenty marks, German, of the old Emperor William." She opened the box and passed it round. Sir Charles smiled a quiet smile. "Confederacy!" he muttered, half to himself. "Confederacy!" The Seer turned to him with a sullen air. "You want a better sign?" he said, in a very impressive voice. "A sign that will convince you! Very well: you have a letter in your left waistcoat pocket--a crumpled-up letter. Do you wish me to read it out? I will, if you desire it." It may seem to those who know Sir Charles incredible, but, I am bound to admit, my brother-in-law coloured. What that letter contained I cannot say; he only answered, very testily and evasively, "No, thank you; I won't trouble you. The exhibition you have already given us of your skill in this kind more than amply suffices." And his fingers strayed nervously to his waistcoat pocket, as if he was half afraid, even then, Seńor Herrera would read it. I fancied, too, he glanced somewhat anxiously towards Madame Picardet. The Seer bowed courteously. "Your will, seńor, is law," he said. "I make it a principle, though I can see through all things, invariably to respect the secrecies and sanctities. If it were not so, I might dissolve society. For which of us is there who could bear the whole truth being told about him?" He gazed around the room. An unpleasant thrill supervened. Most of us felt this uncanny Spanish American knew really too much. And some of us were engaged in financial operations. "For example," the Seer continued blandly, "I happened a few weeks ago to travel down here from Paris by train with a very intelligent man, a company promoter. He had in his bag some documents--some confidential documents:" he glanced at Sir Charles. "You know the kind of thing, my dear sir: reports from experts--from mining engineers. You may have seen some such; marked _strictly private_." "They form an element in high finance," Sir Charles admitted coldly. "Pre-cisely," the Seer murmured, his accent for a moment less Spanish than before. "And, as they were marked _strictly private_, I respect, of course, the seal of confidence. That's all I wish to say. I hold it a duty, being intrusted with such powers, not to use them in a manner which may annoy or incommode my fellow-creatures."