There was at Hyderabad a dervish who used to smoke hashish and who could tell everything by looking at the smoke. He did not want people to pay him anything and if they gave him anything, it was hashish. Someone came and asked him to tell him about what his uncle was doing. The uncle lived in Bombay, where this dervish had never been. He blew a cloud of smoke and looked into it and said, "Now I am going to Bombay, to such a street, the number of the house is such, the house is like this. Now I am going to the drawing-room. Your aunt is there, but your uncle has not yet come. Now your uncle comes." And so on.