You will notice the books, mostly occult:
partly mine, partly the detective's. We have gone at it
systematically from the beginning. We have learned almost
everything but what would help us. Mostly sophistry--and
guesswork. Beats all how much ink has been wasted to say nothing.
We were after the Blind Spot."
"But what is it? Is it in this house?"
"I can answer one part of your question," he answered, "but not
the other. It is here somewhere, in some place. Jerome is positive
of that. You remember the old lady? The one who died? Her actions
were rather positive even if feeble. She led Jerome to this next
room." He turned and pointed; the door was open. I could see a
sofa and a few chairs; that was all.
"It was in here. The bell. Jerome never gets tired of telling. A
church bell. In the centre of the room. At first I didn't believe;
but now I accept it all. I know, but what I know is by intuition."
"Sort of sixth sense?'
"Yes. Or foresight."
"You never saw this bell nor found it? Never were able to arrive
at an explanation?"
"No."
"How about the Rhamda? The Nervina? Do they come to this house?"
"Not often."
"How do they come in? Through the window?"
He smiled rather sadly. "I don't know. At least they come. You
shall see them yourself. The Rhamda still has something to do with
Dr. Holcomb. Somehow his very concern tells me the doctor is safe.
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