“I got up, at last, and after breakfast he met me here in the library.  He suggested another seance, but I pleaded a headache, and he walked with me about the grounds.  I remembered that you were to come in the evening, Mr. Lester, and I determined to leave you with him, on some pretext, and search his room then.  I told him you were coming, that I had asked you to take charge of my affairs; and it was then he told me of the legacy he believed my father had left him, adding that whether the legacy should stand or not was entirely in my hands.  Then I began to feel his influence again, and managed to excuse myself and go indoors.

“You know what happened in the evening, Mr. Lester.  As soon as I left you, I flew to his room, determined to search it at any cost.  But I was scarcely inside, when I heard the outer door open, and I had just time to get behind the curtains in one corner, when someone entered.  Peering out, I saw that it was Mahbub.  He looked about for a moment, and then sat down on the divan, folded his feet under him, and fell into a contemplation of the sphere.  I scarcely dared to breathe.  I was always afraid of Mahbub,” she added; “far more so than of Senor Silva.  About Senor Silva there was at least something warm and human; but Mahbub impressed me somehow as a brother to the snake, he seemed so cold and venomous.”

“You knew he was dead?” I asked, as she paused.

“Yes; Annie told me,” and she shuddered slightly.

“The cobra, too, is dead,” added Godfrey.  “I agree with you, Miss Vaughan.  There was a kinship between them—­though the cobra turned against him in the end.  How long did he sit there?”

“I do not know—­but it seemed an age to me.  Finally, in despair, I had made up my mind to try to steal away, when I heard steps in the entry.  Mahbub slipped from the divan and disappeared behind the curtains, and then the door opened and Senor Silva and Mr. Lester entered.  I saw, at once, that there was to be another seance, and that I could not escape, for Senor Silva sat down facing the corner where I was.  I could only brace myself against the wall and wait.  It was a dreadful ordeal.  But it had its reward,” she added, with a smile.

“And that was?” I asked.

“The discovery of the glove.  Senor Silva suddenly switched on the lights, and I knew that the seance was over; but he had some difficulty in arousing you—­the trance must have been a very deep one—­and finally, leaving you lying on the divan, he went to the wall, drew aside the hangings, and pressed his hand against a panel.  A little door flew open, and I saw that there was a cupboard in the wall.  He filled a glass with some liquid, pulled the hangings into place, and went back to you and made you drink it.  It seemed to do you good.”

“Yes,” I said; “it brought me around at once.  And then?”