“Which nurse? I had nine, and no two of them told me the same things.” “Jerry. She said that narcotics often affected a patient’s mind for months afterward.” His tone was solicitous. “Well, at least Jerry admitted that I had a mind, which some of the others didn’t. Anyway, it didn’t affect my eyesight; I saw what I saw. Please take a letter to Mr. Napier.” A few days later I received a telegram from Napier dated Guaymas. “LETTER RECEIVED STOP THANKS STOP SHALL CALL ON YOU TOMORROW,” it read. “He must be flying,” I commented. “Or coming in a white shroud,” suggested Ralph. “I think I’ll phone Captain Hodson to send a squad car around here; sometimes these nuts are dangerous.” He was still skeptical. I must admit that we both awaited the arrival of Carson Napier with equal interest. I think Ralph expected to see a wild-eyed maniac. I could not visualize the man at all. About eleven o’clock the following morning Ralph came into my study. “Mr. Napier is here,” he said. “Does his hair grow straight out from his scalp, and do the whites of his eyes show all around the irises?” I inquired, smiling. “No,” replied Ralph, returning the smile; “he is a very fine looking man, but,” he added, “I still think he’s a nut.” “Ask him to come in,” and a moment later Ralph ushered in an exceptionally handsome man whom I judged to be somewhere between twenty-five and thirty years old, though he might have been even younger. He came forward with extended hand as I rose to greet him, a smile lighting his face; and after the usual exchange of banalities he came directly to the point of his visit. “To get the whole picture clearly before you,” he commenced, “I shall have to tell you something about myself. My father was a British army officer, my mother an American girl from Virginia. I was born in India while my father was stationed there, and brought up under the tutorage of an old Hindu who was much attached to my father and mother. This Chand Kabi was something of a mystic, and he taught me many things that are not in the curriculums of schools for boys under ten. Among them was telepathy, which he had cultivated to such a degree that he could converse with one in psychological harmony with himself quite as easily at great distances as when face to face. Not only that, but he could project mental images to great distances, so that the recipient of his thought waves could see what Chand Kabi was seeing, or whatever else Chand Kabi wished him to see. These things he taught me.” “And it was thus you caused me to see my midnight visitor on the thirteenth?” I inquired. He nodded. “That test was necessary in order to ascertain if we were in psychological harmony. Your letter, quoting the exact words that I had caused the apparition to appear to speak, convinced me that I had at last found the person for whom I have been searching for some time.