"Certainly it is. I didn't say that. It is what the professor
promised. Something concrete for our senses. If the occult is, it
can certainly be proven. The professor was right. It is energy,
force, vibration. It has a law. The old doctor was caught somehow.
We must watch our step and see that we aren't swallowed up also.
Perhaps we shall go the way of Watson."
I shuddered.
"I hope not. But explain. You speak in volumes. Come back to
earth."
"That's easy, Harry. I can give you my theory in a few short
words. You've studied physiology, haven't you? Well, that's where
you can get your proof--or rather let me say my theory. What is
the Blind Spot?"
"In optics?"
"We'll forgo that," he answered. "I refer to this one."
I thought for a moment.
"Well," I said, "I don't know. It was something I couldn't see.
Watson went out before our eyes. He was lost."
"Exactly. Do you get the point?"
"No."
"It is this. What you see is merely energy. Your eye is merely a
machine. It catches certain colours. Which in turn are merely
rates of vibration. There is nothing to matter but force, Harry;
if we could get down deep enough and know a few laws, we could
transmute it."
"What has it to do with the occult?" "Merely a fact. The eye
machine catches only certain vibration speeds of energy. There are
undoubtedly any number of speeds; the eye cannot see them.
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