Apparently, however,
Kennedy and I were bad subjects, for after some minutes of this
he gave it up, saying that the spirits had no revelation to make
to-night in the matter in which we had called. Inasmuch as we had
not written on the pad just what that matter was, I was not
surprised. Nor was I surprised when the Pandit laid off his robe
and said unctuously, "But if you will call to-morrow and concentrate,
I am sure that I can secure a message that will be helpful about
your little matter."
Kennedy promised to call, but still he lingered. The Pandit,
anxious to get rid of us, moved toward the door. Kennedy sidled
over toward the green robe which the Pandit had laid on a chair.
"Might I have some of your writings to look over in the meantime?"
asked Craig as if to gain time.
"Yes, but they will cost you three dollars a copy - the price I
charge all my students," answered the Pandit with just a trace of
a gleam of satisfaction at having at last made an impression.
He turned and entered a cabinet to secure the mystic literature.
The moment he had disappeared Kennedy seized the opportunity he
had been waiting for. He picked up the green robe and examined
the collar and neck very carefully under the least dim of the
lights in the room.
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