"
The Senestro went unmolested. Returning to the Mahovisal, he
worked now to further the truths of the Prophecy.
Still the millions continued to descend upon the Mahovisal. Coming
from the furthermost parts of the Thomahlia, the pilgrims'
aircraft kept the air above the city constantly alive. There were
days such as no man had ever known. Even the Rhamdas, trained to
composure, gave evidence of the strain. The atmosphere was tense,
charged with expectancy and hope. A whole world was coming to what
it conceived as its judgment, and its end. And--the Spot of Life
was the Blind Spot!
At last the doctor summoned the two young men. It was night, and
the June Bug was waiting. This time the Geos himself was at the
controls.
"We are going to the Mahovisal," spoke the doctor--"to the Temple
of the Bell and Leaf. There is still something I must know before
the Judgment." He was speaking English. "If we can bring the
Prophecy to pass just so far, and no farther, we shall be able to
extricate ourselves nicely. Anyway, I think we shall not return to
the Palace of Light."
He held a black leather case in his hand. He touched it with a
finger.
"If this little case and its contents get through the Blind Spot
it will advance civilisation--our civilisation--about a thousand-
fold. So remember: Whatever happens to me, be sure and remember
this case! It must go through the Spot!"
He said no more, but took his seat beside the Geos.
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