the room, but framed and motionless in the eerie light sat the Indian, staring fixedly in front of him. After a time the chant began again; it grew and swelled in volume till the singer grew frenzied and beat his head with his hands. Then abruptly it stopped.
"Place the box upon the floor," he ordered, "in the light of the Sacred fire." Hugh saw the Duchess kneel down on the opposite side of the brazier, and place the box on the floor, while the faces of the guests—strange and ghostly in the green light—peered like spectres out of the heavy smoke. This was undoubtedly a show worth watching.
"Open the box!" Harshly the words rang through the silent room, and with fingers that trembled a little the Duchess turned the key and threw back the lid.
"Why, it's empty!" she cried in amazement, and the guests craned forward to look.
"Put not your hand inside," cried the Indian in sudden warning, "or perchance it will remain empty."
The Duchess rapidly withdrew her hand, and stared incredulously through the smoke at his impassive face.
"Did I not say that there was power in the box?" he said dreamily. "The power to render invisible—the power to render visible. Thus came protection to the jewels of the Chow Queens."
"That's all right, Mr. Ram Dar," said the Duchess a little apprehensively. "There may be power in the box, but my pearls don't seem to be."
The Indian laughed.
"None but you has touched the cabinet, your Grace; none but you must touch it till the pearls return.
