Part 23 (2/2)

I did not waste time in swearing. I ran like the wind back to college, hoping that Bessie's society would prevent it coming after me till I had spoken to the rajah. I still retained one pull over it. In order to unite, it had to come where I was; it could not resume me from a distance, as I used to resume it; so if it united now it would have to leave Bessie.

By a blessed chance, the rajah was at home, and in trembling haste I poured my story into his ear. He burst out laughing.

”I was afraid of it!” he gasped, holding his sides. ”How splendid!”

I restrained my annoyance, and after a time he became a little more grave.

”Do help me!” I urged. ”It may unite at any moment, and project me the deuce knows where.”

”Oh, it'll be all right with the young lady.”

”Not for long. She's very particular, and won't let it walk far with her.”

”Oh, then we must act. You don't feel it yet?”

”No; but do be quick!”

The rajah sported his oak, took off his coat, lay down on the floor, and went into strong convulsions.

I regretted putting him to so much trouble, but my need was urgent, and I knew that he was a good-natured man. Presently he cried (and I was just getting alarmed about him):

”Are you there, Nani-Tal?”

”Certainly,” said an old white-haired gentleman, dressed in a sheet, who sat in the rajah's armchair.

”That's all right,” said the rajah, getting up and putting on his coat.

”You were very difficult.”

”We're so busy just now,” said Nani-Tal apologetically. ”I'm demonstrating three nights a week, and the preparations take all my time.”

”Well, you can't have a boom for nothing,” said the rajah, smiling.

”I don't complain,” said Nani-Tal; ”I only mentioned it to excuse myself for keeping you waiting. I was in New York when you began materializing.

It's a lively city.”

”You must tell him all about it,” said the rajah to me; ”he won't be very hard on us.”

Nani-Tal was, however, rather severe. He said it was too bad of the rajah. How were they to live, if that sort of thing went on? Then he turned to me, and added, ”Of course you couldn't manage it. If you'd gone through the course, you would have been all right. But there, it's everything for nothing nowadays!”

”My friend couldn't go to Thibet.”

”He might have paid the fees anyhow,” grumbled Nani-Tal, ”and taken correspondence lessons.”

We smoothed him down with the promise of a handsome donation, and at last he consented to help us. It was only just in time, for at that very moment I felt my Astral Body uniting. A second later it made a violent effort to project me; of course, it saw Nani-Tal, and knew it was in for it. The old gentleman was too quick for it.

”Come out of that!” he cried imperiously, and the wretch stood in the middle of the room.

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