"Look again--look again, and tell me what you see."

"He is running away between my fingers!" replied the boy.

"Before he goes describe his dress, person, and countenance."

The boy looked again into his hand.

"Ay, tell us how he is dressed," cried Mr. S----, who had become more than
half serious, and anxious to know who had purloined his spoons.

The boy turned his head immediately and said,

"He is gone!"

"To be sure he is," said the necromancer angrily, "the Christian gentleman
has destroyed the spell; tell us how he was dressed?"

"The man with a bundle had on a Frank coat and a Frank hat," said the boy
unhesitatingly--and here his revelations ended.

Though much mollified at the interruption of which he had been the cause,
Mr. S---- had the satisfaction to learn that his plate had not been stolen
by an unbelieving Egyptian or Arab, but by a Christian and a Frank, and,
with his friend Mr. R---- to enjoy the conviction, that in the singular
scene they had witnessed there could be no collusion, as the innocent boy
(they were certain) had never seen the necromancer until summoned to
the ---- consulate to make a looking-glass of his hand.