“Why is he your enemy?” asked Arabella. “I have not the least idea.” “Do you owe him money, perhaps?” asked Mr Redmond. “I do not think so.” “He could be a banker. It looks a little like a counting house,” suggested Arabella. Strange began to laugh. “Well, Henry, you can cease frowning at me. If I am a magician, I am a very indifferent one. Other adepts summon up fairy-spirits and long-dead kings. I appear to have conjured the spirit of a banker.”
