Malloy related as much as he knew of what Hobart had done; his
wires and apparatus were now merely a tangled mass of fused
metals. Nothing remained intact but the blue gem and the red
pebble.
"I see. And this pebble: you found it by digging in the cellar, I
suppose."
How did he know that? Dr. Hansen brought that curiously heavy
little stone and laid it in Watson's hand. The newcomer touched it
with his finger, and for a brief moment he studied it. Then he
looked up.
"It's the small one," he stated. "And you found it in the cellar.
It was very fortunate; the opening of the Spot was perhaps a
little more than half chance. But it was wonderfully lucky. It let
me out. And with the help of God and our own courage we may open
it again, long enough to rescue Hobart, Harry, and Dr. Holcomb.
Then--we must break the chain--we must destroy the revelation; we
must close the Spot forever!"
Small wonder that they couldn't understand what he meant. Dr.
Hansen thought to cut in with a practical question:
"My dear Chick, what's inside the Spot? We want to know!"
But it was not Watson who answered. It was Mme. Le Fabre.
"Spirits, of course."
Watson gave a sudden laugh. This time he answered:
"My dear lady, if you know what I know, and what Dr. Holcomb has
discovered, you would ask YOURSELF a question or so. Possibly you
yourself are a spirit!"
"What!" she gasped.
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