The thing (which I have often seen done in the East) is 'hocus-pocus' in my opinion, as it is in yours.

The present question for us to decide is, whether I am wrongly attaching a meaning to a mere accident?
or whether we really have evidence of the Indians being on the track of the Moonstone, the moment it is removed from the safe keeping of the bank ?" Neither he nor I seemed to fancy dealing with this part of the inquiry.
We looked at each other, and then we looked at the tide, oozing in smoothly, higher and higher, over the Shivering Sand.
"What are you thinking of ?" says Mr.Franklin, suddenly.
"I was thinking, sir," I answered, "that I should like to shy the Diamond into the quicksand, and settle the question in THAT way." "If you have got the value of the stone in your pocket," answered Mr.
Franklin, "say so, Betteredge, and in it goes!" It's curious to note, when your mind's anxious, how very far in the way of relief a very small joke will go.

We found a fund of merriment, at the time, in the notion of making away with Miss Rachel's lawful property, and getting Mr.Blake, as executor, into dreadful trouble--though where the merriment was, I am quite at a loss to discover now.
Mr.Franklin was the first to bring the talk back to the talk's proper purpose.

He took an envelope out of his pocket, opened it, and handed to me the paper inside.
"Betteredge," he said, "we must face the question of the Colonel's motive in leaving this legacy to his niece, for my aunt's sake.

Bear in mind how Lady Verinder treated her brother from the time when he returned to England, to the time when he told you he should remember his niece's birthday.