This fellow Strange, with his fortune-tellin' and his
charms and his conjures, has hocus-pocussed the whole
neighborhood. He's gettin' rich off of the Mexicans. He knows more
secrets than a priest; he tells 'em whether their sweethearts love
'em, whether a child is goin' to be a boy or a girl, and how to
invest their money."
"He is nothing more than a circus fakir, Mr. Jones."
"Yes'm! Just the same, these Greasers'd vote him into the
legislature if he asked 'em. Why, he knows who fetched back
Ricardo Guzman's body! He told me so."
"Really?" Alaire looked up quickly, then the smile left her face.
After a moment she said, "Perhaps he could tell me something that
I want to know?"
"Now don't you get him started," Blaze cautioned, hastily, "or
he'll put a spell on you like he did on me."
"I want to know what Ed had to do with the Guzman affair."
Blaze shook his head slowly. "Well, he's mixed up somehow with
Lewis. Dave thinks Tad was at the bottom of the killin', and he
hoped to prove it on him; but our government won't do anything,
and he's stumped for the time bein'. I don't know any more about
Ed's dealin's than you do, Miz Austin: all I know is that I got a
serpent in my household and I can't get shed of her.
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