"You do the same," he cautioned. "Watch yourself when you come in here. Watch when you go out." The men strolled into the anteroom, Rajah Brahman repeating his admonition. The tall, temporarily smooth-faced mystic was calm and at ease, but Martin Slade was still dubious as he glanced suspiciously about him. Noting the man's manner, Rajah Brahman pressed his lesson home.
"Come only when necessary," he said. "The chief is staying away except when he can come without anybody suspecting who he is.
"Jacques is out altogether, keeping quiet, and not coming near here. He shipped his paraphernalia over here, and that may have been a mistake. But it was the only way he could get rid of the chair."
"You've got it here now?"
"Yes. Downstairs."
"It's a clever gag, isn't it?"
"Well," declared Rajah Brahman in a noncommittal tone, "I can't say it's no good at all, because nobody suspected it up at the Dalban. They must have looked it over with everything else that was there.
"But I know better gags than that chair, and I wouldn't use it in a seance of my own."
"Particularly now," said Slade.
"Not at any time!" declared Rajah Brahman. "I have my own methods— and I'll fool the mediums with them, as well as the public. The Shadow, too! I'll spot that fellow the minute he puts his soft foot in this place!"