into the elevator and the doors closed upon Him and the four mandali.

At 5 p.m., those going on the special sightseeing tour were gathered in the lobby, together with many onlookers again hoping to get a last glimpse of Baba. Baba came down, Eruch following on His heels with the inevitable black folded umbrella and Baba's red wool Paisley scarf folded over his arm. Baba got in the bus, a glass-topped affair, and some one called out our names. There were one or two leftover seats, so a few lucky bystanders came along on the ride. Besides the driver, there was a "guide," with a well-rehearsed spiel, which, however, never caught our full attention!

It was sunny and hot and our first stop was the UN building on East 46th Street. We all noticed that Baba's fingers began to "work" vigorously, as they did throughout the whole bus trip. He held a piece of tinfoil between His fingers all during the ride. Someone asked Adi later in Myrtle Beach what these peculiar motions of Baba's fingers (and sometimes His feet) mean; and Adi replied, that they are not a definite system of signals but the reaction, so to speak, or bodily reflection, of Baba's working on the inner planes. A Master can, of course, and does, work on more than one plane at once, and the physical side of that working which we see is the merest shadow of His "real work." At such times, when His fingers tap as if on an invisible "wireless," He may be, for example, communicating with His spiritual agents throughout the world or stationed on inner planes.

From the UN building we drove up Third Avenue and over to Fifth, where the sightseeing guide, bidding desperately for our attention, pointed out the "Millionaire's Row" of fabulous homes. When he pointed out the home of Serge Rubinstein, the murdered financier, we noted Baba turned His face away with a look of suffering. He ordered the driver to take us across Central Park and down the West Side Highway to see the great ocean liners at their piers. The driver replied no buses were usually allowed on the highway, but cheerily complied. Baba again "worked" as we drove by the huge docks. One young woman, noticing that the sun beat down through the glass roof onto Baba's head, whispered to her companion that the sun was annoying Baba. Baba, who could not physically have heard her, immediately caught her attention and signaled that it did not bother Him. Nevertheless, Adi held out Baba's red scarf over His head for the rest of the trip. Baba did not seem to look up or notice any of the buildings or sights, but seamed deeply absorbed, seemingly content to be with us,