"How about there?"
Slade made a significant gesture toward the center of the room. Rajah Brahman laughed.
"Not a chance," he declared. "Not a chance. You're the only person outside of the chief who knows how Tony and I work. That's as safe as a solid wall. Come along — let's find Tony." They went to the entrance of the apartment and found the turbaned man awaiting them. Tony shook his head in the characteristic fashion of Imam Singh. He had seen no one.
Rajah Brahman and his companion returned to the inner sanctum. The smooth-faced seer was laughing at his own suspicions.
"Guess I'm seeing spooks myself," he declared. "I thought that curtain moved — but it must have been that something distracted my attention at the time. There's no one here. What's more, there's not going to be."
He called Tony, and the assistant received orders to keep a careful watch.
"I always get a bit keyed up when the big time is here," declared the rajah apologetically. "It's hard for you to understand my end of the game.
"You have to sell yourself when you're doing these spook stunts. Make yourself pretty near believe it. That's what makes it look sincere.
"You know what I've told you about these small-fry mediums, who think that the big shots may have genuine psychic powers. There's nothing strange about that. These dollar grafters go into fake trances so often that they begin to get woozy.
"Some of them really imagine they see real spirits. When they get that way, they're impossible. Claim they only do the fake stuff to help the spirits along. They really think they're genuine."