The knight picked it up and hid it about him.

Next Godfrey saw this same knight, grown into an old man and being borne on a bier to burial, clad in the same armour that he had worn in the battle.

Upon his breast hung the black stone which had now a hole bored through the top of it.
Lastly there came a picture of the old sexton finding the talisman among the bones of the knight, and giving it to himself, Godfrey, then a small boy, after which everything passed away.
"I guess that either our young friend here has got the vision, or that he will make a first-class novelist," said Colonel Josiah Smith.

"Any way, if you care to part with that talisman, Miss Ogilvy, I will be glad to give you five hundred dollars for it on the chance of his integrity." She smiled and shook her head, stretching out her hand to recover the Gnostic charm.
"Be silent, Brother Josiah Smith," exclaimed Madame Riennes, angrily.
"If this were imposture, should I not have discovered it?
It is good vision--psychometry is the right term--though of a humbler order such as might be expected from a beginner.

Still, there is hope, there is hope.