Suddenly Harry remarked:
"I've got an idea, Chick! It's this: How does the professor expect
to send a message to Hobart?" Chick could not guess.
But already Harry had taken his sheet of instructions from his
pocket, and was rolling it into a compact pellet. Then he went to
Queen, and with a ribbon borrowed from the Nervina, tied the
message tightly to the dog's collar.
"Hobart will be certain to see it," said he. "I wonder if the
doctor's figured it out yet?"
"He's playing with a tremendous force," observed Chick,
thoughtfully. He reached out and touched the snow-stone with his
foot, just as he had done before, and fancied that he could feel
that electric thrill even through the leather of his shoes.
"Still, it's worth any risk he may be taking down in that chamber.
If only he could send Queen through! Hobart--"
He never finished the sentence. He staggered, thrown off his
balance by reason of the fact that he had been resting the weight
of one foot on the stone and--it moved!
Moved--shifted about its axis, just as it had done forty-eight
hours previously, when the Aradna had dropped through.
And Chick had only a flash of a second for a glimpse of the
startled faces of Harry, the Nervina and the Geos, the huge
multitude below the stair, Queen on the other side, and the
fateful Prophecy on the walls above him, before--
A figure came into existence at his side.
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