He seemed to find what he wished, yet he
continued to examine the robe until the sound of returning
footsteps warned him to lay it down again. He had not been quite
quick enough. The Pandit eyed us suspiciously, then he rang a
bell. The attendant appeared instantly, noiselessly.
"Show these men into the library," he commanded with just the
faintest shade of trepidation. "My servant will give you the book,"
he said to Craig. "Pay him."
It seemed that we had suddenly been looked upon with disfavour, and
I half suspected he thought we were spies of the police, who had
recently received numerous complaints of the financial activities
of the fortune tellers, who worked in close harmony with certain
bucket-shop operators in fleecing the credulous of their money by
inspired investment advice. At any rate, the attendant quickly
opened a door into the darkness. Treading cautiously I followed
Craig. The door closed behind us. I clenched my fists, not knowing
what to expect.
"The deuce!" exclaimed Kennedy. "He passed us out into an alley.
There is the street not twenty feet away. The Pandit is a clever
one, all right."
It was now too late to see any of the other clairvoyants on our
list, so that with this unceremonious dismissal we decided to
conclude our investigations for the night.
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