“Very good of you,” answered Prince Shadursky, smiling gayly, and giving him a chair.

“To lose no time over trifles,” continued Mr. Escrocevitch, “let me invite you to my quarters.  I am staying at a hotel; you can see the goods there; you can make tests, and, if you are satisfied, I shall be very happy to oblige your excellency.”

Prince Shadursky immediately finished dressing, ordered his carriage, and went out with the supposititious Valyajnikoff.  They drove to a shabby hotel and went to a dingy room.

“This is my poor abode.  I am only here on the wing, so to speak.  I humbly request you to be seated,” Mr. Escrocevitch said obsequiously.  “Not to lose precious time, perhaps your excellency would like to look at my wares?  Here they are—­and I am most willing to show them.”

And he dragged from under the bed a big trunk, in which were five canvas bags of various sizes, packed full and tied tightly.

“Here, here it is!  This is our Siberian dust,” he said, smiling and bowing, indicating the trunk with a wave of his hand, as if introducing it to Prince Shadursky.

“Would not your excellency be so good as to choose one of these bags to make a test?  It will be much better if you see yourself that the business is above board, with no swindle about it.  Choose whichever you wish!”

Shadursky lifted one of the bags from the trunk, and when Mr. Escrocevitch untied it before the young prince’s eyes appeared a mass of metallic grains, at which he gazed not without inward pleasure.

“How are you going to make a test?” he asked.  “We have no blow-pipes nor test-tubes here?”

“Make your mind easy, your excellency!  We shall find everything we require—­blow-pipes and test-tubes and nitric acid, and even a decimal weighing machine.  In our business we arrange matters in such a way that we need not disturb outsiders.  Only charcoal we haven’t got, but we can easily send for some.”

And going to the door, he gave the servant in the passage an order, and a few minutes later the latter returned with a dish of charcoal.

“First class!  Now everything is ready,” cried Mr. Escrocevitch, rubbing his hands; and for greater security he turned the key in the door.

“Take whichever piece of charcoal you please, your excellency; but, not to soil your hands, you had better let me take it myself, and you sprinkle some of the dust on it,” and he humbled himself before the prince.  “Forgive me for asking you to do it all yourself, since it is not from any lack of politeness on my part, but simply in order that your excellency should be fully convinced that there is no deception.”  Saying this, he got his implements ready and lit the lamp.

The blow-pipe came into action.  Valyajnikoff made the experiment, and Shadursky attentively followed every movement.  The charcoal glowed white hot, the dust ran together and disappeared, and in its place, when the charcoal had cooled a little, and the amateur chemist presented it to Prince Shadursky, the prince saw a little ball of gold lying in a crevice of the charcoal, such as might easily have formed under the heat of the blow-pipe.