"This is signed Beatrice Faulkner, and it says, 'Where are the lost jewels?' My mind sees this picture. The jewels, not lost, but safely hidden. They are in a strong box, not a safe, more like a metal-bound trunk. I cannot tell where this box is, but it is in a bare place, like a store room or safety place of some sort. The vision goes." "May we speak?" asked Natalie, eagerly. "Not yet, please," and the Priestess smiled at her. "May I not have my conditions complied with?" "Keep still, Natalie," said Barry. "Let her have fair play." "This is Mr. Stannard's question," and Orienta held another envelope in her long fingers, "'Would it not be wiser not to attempt to solve the mystery, but to hush up the whole matter?' My mind sees a picture. It is vague, there is no detail, but it is bright and beautiful. There are fair flowers and soft colours. They shift, like a kaleidoscope, but always rosy and lovely. It means, yes, it would be better to give up trying to solve the riddle. "And now," Orienta spoke in a distinctly scornful voice, "there is but one more, Mr. Roberts' envelope. In it he has written, 'Are you a fraud?' I answer this as carefully as I do the others. My mind shows me myself, and I see my honest attempts to do my duty and to read aright. No, I am not a fraud. That is all." "For shame, Mr. Roberts!" cried Joyce, angrily. "I am sorry I asked you here to-night, and I will now ask that you go away. I am more than interested in Orienta's work, I am enthralled, and I refuse to have it interrupted or interfered with by your unjust suspicions and rude behaviour! Please go away, and let us continue our experiments in peace." "Oh, Mrs. Stannard, please let me stay," begged the penitent Bobsy; "I'll be good, I promise you. You see, I'm so interested in the thing, I wrote that to test it, and Madame Orienta came through with flying colours. If you will let me remain, I promise not to offend again, in any particular." Bobsy had a way with him, and Orienta herself smiled a little as she said, "Let him stay. I'm glad to convince him." So Bobsy staid. Then Barry proposed that they try the same test over again, but without signing their papers. "Thus," he said, "we will feel more free to ask what we choose." Orienta agreed, and again each wrote a question, and sealed it in an envelope. "Seal them with wax, if you wish," said the Priestess, smiling at Bobsy. "I see there is a sealing set right there on the desk." So Bobsy and Natalie sealed their envelopes, and stamped them with their rings. "I won't do that," said Joyce, "it's too silly. We all know there's no trick in it." "Shall I read these in the dark or in the light?" asked Orienta, as Bobsy held the five missives toward her. "Why not as you did before?" said Beatrice, "part of them in darkness and part in light. I think those read in the dark even more wonderful than in the light." "So do I," agreed Joyce. "But we'll try both ways. Which first?"