Holcomb, "The proof of the occult."
Was it indeed possible that these two great ones, from opposite
poles, had actually torn away the veil of the shadow? And was this
the place where he, Watson, must pose as a spirit, if he were to
be accepted as genuine?
The thought was a shock. He must play the same part here that the
Rhamda had played on the other side of the Spot; but he would have
to do it without the guiding wisdom of Avec. Besides, there was
something sinister in the unknown force that had engulfed so
strong a mind as the professor's; for while Watson's fate had been
of his own seeking, that of the doctor smacked too much of
treachery.
He turned to the Rhamda Geos with a new question:
"This Rhamda Avec--was he a man like yourself?"
The other brightened again, and asked in return:
"Then you have seen him!"
"I--I do not know," answered Watson, caught off his guard. "But
the name is familiar. I don't remember well. My mind is vague and
confused. I recall a world, a wonderful world it was from which
I came, and a great many people. But I can't place myself; I
hardly--let me see--"
The other nodded sympathetic approval.
"I understand. Don't exert yourself. It is hardly to be expected
that one forced out of the occult could come among us with his
faculties unimpaired. We have had many communications with your
world, and have always been frustrated by this one gulf which may
not be crossed.
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