"That's right," agreed the rajah, "but as James Telford, you will be O.K. if you come with the old man. It doesn't matter, though, because Mrs. Garwood is the one I'm working on to-morrow night."
"She believes everything, now?"
"Absolutely. Just waiting for a materialization of her dear husband. She's bringing a certified check for fifty thousand dollars as an endowment to my shrine in India. I happened to mention that Mrs. Furzeman was doing that, and Mrs. Garwood fell for the idea, too.
"There's just one condition — that her husband appears and tells her it is all right. He'll be here — don't worry. Tony knows his stuff, and he has the part down to perfection."
"Has she said anything about Terry?" Slade wanted to know.
"No. She's through with him. She received that letter you mailed from Washington. That stunt was A-1, Slade. It clinched the whole affair.
"If Nephew Terry didn't think enough about her to stay in New York a while, his opinion doesn't amount to anything, in her estimation!"
"And what about Dykeman?" asked Slade.
"He's fallen for the greatest stall of all," laughed the seer. "Ever since the spook of his daughter went away with those jewels, he's had an idea that money would count for something on the astral plane, too.
"He's out to supply capital to the spirit world. He's likely to sink close to half a million before he gets away from New York — in big installments, too."