I should like to go to India sometime. It seems like such a magnificent place. What was it you were telling me about the other day? A crystal orb of some sort?
Nothing! At least, nothing worth hearing...
A crystal orb? Sounds mysterious...
Yes! Mr. Morris, won't you elaborate?
Well, it's just a bit of what you might call magic, perhaps. To look at, it's an ordinary little glass sphere.
What's so special about it?
It had a spell put on it by an old fakir, a very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled people's lives, and that those who interfered with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell on it so that three separate men could each have three wishes from it.