He came to a stop in front of the dingy shop of the clock-mender.

He went inside, and the ancient clock-mender looked up from his work, for he was always working.
He rose wearily and asked what he could do for his customer.

His eyes were bothering him, so the fact that the man was a Gipsy did not at first impress him.
The Gipsy smiled mysteriously and laid a hand on his heart.
"Who are you ?" sharply demanded the clock-mender.
"Who I am does not matter.

I am he whom you seek." "God in Heaven!" The bony hands of the clock-mender shot out and clutched the other's coat in a grip which shook, so intense was it.

The Gipsy released himself slowly.