"There's another room over there," he said. "Let's go in there. We'll be alone." Dick acquiesced, and followed his companion into a poorly furnished place that had no windows. The bartender appeared. Slade ordered two bottles of beer. When the beer arrived, Dick paid no attention to it. He was anxious to discuss details with Martin Slade.
"Who is this fellow you were talking about?" he asked.
"He comes here every night," said Slade. "Wait a while. We'll see him. Meanwhile, let's get a line on the phony rajah — whatever we know already."
"Look at this," said Dick, pulling an object from his pocket. It was the watch that he had found after the first seance.
"What is it?" asked Slade curiously.
"Something that came from the rajah's seance room," declared Dick. "One of his spook machines. Look!"
He blew into the hollow stem of the watch. The watch sprang forward from a telescopic tube, and a bulging form came from it.
Dick let the shape fall and made the tube collapse. He handed the device to Martin Slade, who examined it closely.
"Say!" he exclaimed. "If we could get a few more contraptions like this one, we'd have the goods on that faker. This gives me an idea.
"I have an apartment on the same floor as Rajah Brahman. That's how I began to get interested — seeing so many people travel in and out. Suppose you stay up there, with me.