Granted
that these four vanished in the Blind Spot--whatever that is--and
granted that this ring is some inexplicable window or vestibule
between that locality and this commonplace world of ours, then,
manifestly, it would seem that all four are still alive.
"I am sure of it!" declared Charlotte, managing to smile,
wistfully, at the living reproduction of her sweetheart. "And I
think Harry did perfectly right, in handing it to me to keep."
"Why?"
"Well, if for no other reason than because it behaves so
differently with me, than it did with him.
"Hobart, I am inclined to think that this fact is very
significant. If Chick had only known of it, he wouldn't have
insisted that Harry should wear it; and then--"
"Can't be helped," I interrupted quickly. "Chick didn't know; he
was only certain that someone--SOMEONE--must wear the ring; that
it mustn't pass out of the possession of humans. Moreover, much as
Rhamda Avec may desire it--and the Nervina, too--neither can
secure it through the use of force. Nobody knows why."
Charlotte shivered. "I'm afraid there's something spooky about it,
after all."
"Nothing of the sort," with a conviction that has never left me.
"This ring is a perfectly sound fact, as indisputable as the
submarine. There's nothing supernatural about it; for that matter,
I personally doubt if there's ANYTHING supernatural. Every
phenomenon which seems, at first, so wonderful, becomes
commonplace enough as soon as explained.
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