The picture was true in all its details as you described it to me.

And that being so, I believe that other picture, the one we saw together, you and I and Isobel Hannay in native disguises, will also come true." Bathurst was silent for two or three minutes.
"It may be so, Doctor--Heaven only knows.

I trust for your sake and hers it may be so, though I care but little about myself; but that picture wasn't a final one, and we don't know what may follow it." "That is so, Bathurst.

But I think that you and I, once fairly away in disguise, might be trusted to make our way down the country.

You see, we have a complete confirmation of that juggler's powers.