“Van Galgebrok,” replied the widow. “He's the famous Dutch conjuror who foretold King William's accident and death, last February but one, a month before either event happened, and gave out that another prince over the water would soon enjoy his own again; for which he was committed to Newgate, and whipped at the cart's tail. He went by another name then,--Rykhart Scherprechter I think he called himself. His fellow-prisoners nicknamed him the gallows-provider, from a habit he had of picking out all those who were destined to the gibbet. He was never known to err, and was as much dreaded as the jail-fever in consequence. He singled out my poor husband from a crowd of other felons; and you know how right he was in that case, Sir.” “Ay, marry,” replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he did not think it required any surprising skill in the art of divination to predict the doom of the individual in question; but whatever opinion he might entertain, he contented himself with inquiring into the grounds of the conjuror's evil augury respecting the infant. “What did the old fellow judge from, eh, Joan?” asked he. “From a black mole under the child's right ear, shaped like a coffin, which is a bad sign; and a deep line just above the middle of the left thumb, meeting round about in the form of a noose, which is a worse,” replied Mrs. Sheppard. “To be sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir--but, perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his poor father suffered.” “Lord bless us!” ejaculated Wood, “how shocking! No, I did _not_ know that.” “You may see the marks on the child yourself, if you choose, Sir,” urged the widow. “See the devil!--not I,” cried Wood impatiently. “I didn't think you'd been so easily fooled, Joan.” “Fooled or not,” returned Mrs. Sheppard mysteriously, “old Van told me _one_ thing which has come true already.” “What's that?” asked Wood with some curiosity. “He said, by way of comfort, I suppose, after the fright he gave me at first, that the child would find a friend within twenty-four hours, who would stand by him through life.” “A friend is not so soon gained as lost,” replied Wood; “but how has the prediction been fulfilled, Joan, eh?”