What interested Chick was identity.
If he could solve that he could get at the crux of the Blind Spot.
He thought quickly. Apparently, it was Rhamda Avec who had trapped
Dr. Holcomb. Why? What had been the man's motive? Watson could not
say. He only knew the ethics of the deed was shaded with the
subtleness of villainy. That behind it all was a purpose, a
directing force and intelligence that was inexorable and
irresistible.
One other thing he knew; the Rhamda Avec came out of the region in
which he, Watson, now found himself. Rather, he could have come
from nowhere else. And Watson could feel certain that somewhere,
somehow, he would find Dr. Holcomb.
In that moment Watson determined upon his future course of action.
He decided to state nothing, intimate nothing, either by word or
deed, that might in any manner incriminate or endanger the
professor. It was for him to learn everything possible and to do
all he could to gain his points, without giving a particle of
information in return. He must play a lone hand and a cautious
one--until he found Dr. Holcomb.
The fact of his position didn't appall him. Somehow, it had just
the opposite effect. Perhaps it was because his strength had come
back, and had brought with it the buoyancy that is natural to
health. He could sense the vitality that surrounded him, poised,
potential, waiting only the proper attitude on his part to become
an active force.
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