The whole thing climaxed into an
instant. It is difficult to describe. One cannot always analyse
sensations. Mine, I am afraid, were muddled. A thousand insistent
thoughts clashed through my brain. Horror, wonder, doubt! I have
only one persistent and predominating recollection. The old lady!
I could almost feel her coming out of the shadows. There was
sadness and pity; out of the stillness and the corners. What had
been the dirge of her sorrow?
"NOW THERE ARE THREE!"
X
MAN OR PHANTOM
It was Hobart who came to first. His voice was good to hear. It
was natural; it was sweet and human, but it was pregnant with
disappointment: "We are fools, Harry; we are fools!"
But I could only stare. I remember saying: "The Blind Spot?"
"Yes," returned Hobart, "the Blind Spot. But what is it? We saw him
go. Did you see it?"
"It gets me," I answered. "He just vanished into space. It--"
Frankly I was afraid.
"It tallies well with the reports. The old lady and Jerome.
Remember?"
"And the bell?" I looked about the room.
"Exactly. Phenomena! Watson was right. I just wonder--but the
bell? Remember the doctor? 'The greatest day since Columbus.' No,
don't cross the room, Harry, I'm a bit leery: A great discovery! I
should say it was. How do you account for it?"
"Supernatural."
Fenton shook his head.
"By no means! It's the gateway to the universe--into Cosmos.
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