'Fortune-tellers frequently make use of a random element, such as cards or tea-leaves,' the Doctor began. 'This fellow tosses sticks on the ground and reads them, never mind exactly how – all I'm interested in is the end result – a set of half a dozen lines, each of which is either solid or broken. We could do the same thing by flipping six coins – videlicet . . .' and here he went into a performance of slapping himself all over, like a man who has a mouse in his clothing, and whenever he detected a coin in one of the manifold pockets of his many garments, he scooped it out and flipped it into the air, letting it clang like a Chinese gong (for the coins tended to be big ones – many of them gold) on the paving-stones. 'He's rich,' Jack muttered to Eliza, 'or connected with rich persons.'