Doctor Ryder, who was given a demonstration of the spectral recording, looked dismayed.
“If I do not return that stone,” he gasped, “my life is not worth insuring. This is the third warning, and conveyed in a way that makes me very certain that we are dealing with a sinister and very occult body of priests.”
“How do you propose to return the jewel?” Grover was practical.
“I dare not let it be known that I have it,” the medical experimenter declared. “I have thought of going to Tibet—but how shall I get into that temple, and how give back the gem? White people will be all the more forbidden access to the place; and I am already suspected of having taken the Eye.”
Grover considered it seriously.
Roger, too, gave his best thought to the puzzling complications.
“I don’t suppose they’d have radios in temples in Tibet,” Roger said, half-hopefully.
“In the Dalai Lama’s palace there is a radio, yes.”
“Short-wave?”
“Probably of the best. We cannot resort to broadcasting, Roger,” his cousin objected, “the international gem thieves might pick it up.”