About her religion, and I never could get out of her exactly what it was, but it was certainly of a funny kind. While she never admitted saying any prayers, at night she would burn incense sticks in her bedroom before several beautifully-carved little ivory statues she had upon a shelf there. One, in particular, always intrigued me. It was that of a squatting bull richly caparisoned, and she told me it was an exact reproduction of the Giant Bull of Siva in the city of Mysore. She had another one, the head of a fearsome-looking hideous snake with big amber eyes, and she said he was 'Siva the Destroyer' himself.
I asked her once if she believed in God and she replied, very solemnly, “Yes, and in more than one, in many.” She went on to tell me she was a student of the Occult, “That which we
