Richard left his seat, went out of the pavilion, and walked round the outside of it towards the part where the performers entered the ring. Attached to the pavilion by a covered way was a smaller tent, which was evidently used as a sort of green-room by the performers. Richard could see within, and it happened that he saw Juana chatting with a girl who was very much like Juana, though rather less stately. The young man in Indian costume, who had ridden the elephant, was also of the group. Soon the young man went to another corner of the tent, and the two girls began to talk more rapidly and more earnestly. Lastly, they shook hands and kissed, Juana burst into tears, and her companion ran out of the tent. Richard followed her at a safe distance through the maze of minor tents, vans, poles, and loose horses, to the main road. A small, exquisitely-finished motor-car stood by the footpath; the girl jumped on board, pulled a lever, and was off in a northerly direction through Dunstable up Watling Street. ‘Is that the road to Hockliffe?’ he asked a policeman. ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘It’s Raphael Craig’s daughter, I bet,’ he said to himself, and for some reason or other smiled a satisfied smile. Then he added, half aloud, ‘But who is Juana?’ He went back to see the rest of the performance, and he had scarcely sat down before he had cause to wish that he had remained outside. The famous strawberry-roan mare, formerly ridden by Juana, was making a second appearance as the talking horse, in charge of the young man who had shone before in Indian costume, but who now wore the dress of a riding-master. An attendant was walking along the front benches with a bundle of numbered cards. He offered one to Richard, and Richard thoughtlessly accepted the offer. From that moment the eyes of the entire assemblage were upon him. ‘The gentleman,’ said the young man in charge of the mare, ‘has chosen a card. Now, this wonderful animal will tell you the number of the card, and a lot of other interesting information. I shall put questions to the animal, which will answer “Yes” by nodding its head, and “No” by shaking its head, and will count by stamping its off fore-foot on the ground.’ Richard was disgusted at being thus made the centre of a trick, but there was no help for it. ‘What is the number of the card drawn by the gentleman?’ the young man demanded of the mare. She stamped her foot ten times on the tan. ‘Number ten,’ said the young man. ‘Is that so, sir?’ It was so. Richard nodded. Loud applause. ‘Is the holder of the card a married man?’ The mare shook her head. Laughter. ‘He is a bachelor?’ The mare lowered her head. More laughter. ‘Will he ever be married?’ The mare lowered her head again. Loud laughter. ‘Soon?’ Again the mare signed an affirmative. Shrieks of laughter. ‘To a pretty girl?’ The mare nodded decisively. ‘Will they be blessed with many children?’