Of course there is nothing out of the ordinary in their walking
down the streets. Anybody might do that. The wonder comes in the
manner in which they elude the police. They come and go in the
broad, bright daylight. Hundreds have seen them. They make no
effort at concealment, nor disguise. And yet no phantoms were ever
more unreal than they to those who seek them. Who are they? The
officers have been summoned on many occasions; but each and every
time in some manner or way they had contrived to elude them. There
are some who have consigned them to the limbo of illusion. But we
do not entirely agree.
In a case like this it is well to take into consideration the
respectability and character of those who have witnessed. Phantoms
are not corporeal; these two are flesh and blood. There is mystery
about them; but they are substance, the same as we are.
And lastly:
If you will take the Key Route ferry some foggy morning you may
see something to convince you. It must be foggy and the air must
be grey and drab and sombre. Take the lower deck. Perhaps you will
see nothing. If not try again; for they say you shall be rewarded.
Watch the forward part of the boat; but do not leave the inner
deck. The great Rhamda watching the grey swirl of the water!
He stands alone, in his hands the case of reddish leather, his
feet slightly apart and his face full of a great hungry wonder.
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