"Look!" he added, elevating the light so as to throw it upon the countenance of Fawkes: "it is the very face,--the bronzed and strongly-marked features,--the fierce black eye,--the iron frame, and foreign garb of the figure we beheld in the show-stone." "It is," replied Kelley.

"I could have singled him out amid a thousand.
He looked thus as we tracked his perilous course, with his three companions, the priest, Chetham, and Viviana Radcliffe, across Chat Moss." "How have you learned this ?" cried Guy Fawkes, in amazement.
"By the art that reveals all things," answered Kelley.
"In proof that your thoughts are known to me," observed Dee, "I will tell you the inquiry you would make before it is uttered.

You would learn whether the enterprise on which you are engaged will succeed." "I would," replied Fawkes.
"Yet more," continued Dee.

"I am aware of the nature of the plot, and could name to you all connected with it." "Your power is, indeed, wonderful," rejoined Fawkes in an altered tone.
"But will you give me the information I require ?" "Hum!" muttered Dee.
"I am too poor to purchase it," proceeded Fawkes, "unless a relic I have brought from Spain has any value in your eyes." [Illustration: _Doctor Dee, in conjunction with his Seer Edward Kelley, exhibiting his magical skill to Guy Fawkes_] "Tush!" exclaimed Dee, angrily.

"Do you suppose I am a common juggler, and practise my art for gain ?" "By no means, reverend sir," said Fawkes.