Before we could discern any
more than I have mentioned, it not only vanished but it ceased to
make any sounds whatever. And each of us drew a long breath, as
one might after being given a glimpse of an angel.
Right now, five or six hours after the events I have just
described, it is very easy for me to smile at my emotions of the
time. How startled and mystified I was! And--why not confess it?--
just a trifle afraid. Why? Because I didn't understand! Merely
that.
At this moment I sit in my laboratory upstairs in that house,
rejoicing in having reached the end of the mystery. For the enigma
of the Blind Spot is no more. I have solved it!
Now twenty feet away, in another room, lies Ariadne. Already there
is a faint trace of colour in her cheeks, and her heart is beating
more strongly. Another hour, says Dr. Higgins, and she will be
restored to us!
The time is seven p.m. I didn't sleep at all last night; I haven't
slept since. For the past five hours we have been working steadily
on the mystery, ever since our finding that little, red pebble in
the basement. The last three hours of the time I have been
treating Ariadne, using means which our discoveries indicated. And
in order to keep awake I have been dictating this account to a
stenographer.
This young lady, a Miss Dibble, is downstairs, where her
typewriter will not bother. Yes, put that down, too, Miss Dibble;
I want people to know everything! She has a telephone clamped to
her ears, and I am talking into a microphone which is fixed to a
stand on my desk.
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