Shri Nathji recollects a finger ring He used to have, with a dark black stone. Priya Nath searches all over for it but cannot find it. He even opens a cupboard full of “The Secret of Death” books and looks inside a tin box, which contained trinkets from Shri Nathji’s days of Lahore, but cannot find the ring. “I have a ring! I have a ring! I have a ring! And the bell doth ring, ‘Ding, dong, ding!’”