"Your jewels, darling" — Dykeman's voice was faltering — "your own jewels — those that belonged to your mother before—"
One by one, the man placed the glittering rings upon the fingers of the shining, extended hands. As the task was ended, the form began to sway. Dykeman stepped back, and the vision dwindled. It moved toward the cabinet; there it became a swirling patch of light, until finally all was blackness. The curtains swished upward.
A long silence followed. At last, Rajah Brahman spoke, in a low, weary voice.
"I no longer feel the presence of my spirit guide. Like the materialized form, he has returned to the astral plane."
The man on the throne clapped his hands, weakly. Lights came on in the room. Imam Singh was standing by the door. Rajah Brahman was reclining on his throne.
He dropped the tasseled cord as Imam Singh approached. The servant drew the cord to reveal the bare cabinet. He drew the contrivance away to the side of the room.
The sitters knew that the seance was ended. Some obeyed the gestures of Imam Singh, who motioned them toward the reception room. Others, a trifle more bold, approached the rajah's throne. All had been impressed by the amazing seance — particularly the ones who had seen spirits which they recognized.
Dick Terry and his aunt were close by when Benjamin Castelle was speaking to Rajah Brahman.
"A wonderful demonstration," Castelle was saying. "I am a skeptic, you know, but seances such as this will make me a believer. This gentleman" — he indicated Thomas Telford, standing near — "told me that he was anxious to speak to you. He is new in psychic research—"
Rajah Brahman was looking toward Telford. He saw a tall, elderly gentleman, whose face was mild and whose eyes were half shut. He motioned to the man to approach. With one hand on Telford's shoulder, the seer spoke in a low voice.