With it, the
process was inverted. Instead of holding it to the floor he raised
it as high as he could reach, directly above the second mark. Then
he let it drop.
It did not reach the floor. It fell a little more than halfway,
and vanished.
The third stone, the green one, was still remaining. Watson took
it to the third and final mark on the circle, taking care to keep
outside the circumference that marked the Spot. This mark was
directly in front of the archway. He turned to them.
"Watch carefully," he spoke. "I do not know what has transpired in
the temple during the past few hours. Be ready for ANYTHING. All
of you!"
He dropped the stone.
With the same motion he dodged out into the hall.
Though there was no sound there was something that every one felt--a
sibilant undertone and cold vibration--a tense flash of magnetism.
Then the dot of blue--a string of incandescence; just as had been
spoken.
The Blind Spot was opening.
Watson silently warned the others to remain where they were and
himself crowded back against the stair. And as he did so, someone
came noiselessly down the steps from the floor above, passed
unnoticed behind the watchers and thence across into the hall.
It was a slender, frail figure in white--the Aradna, walking like
one in the grip of a higher will. Before they could make a move
she had stepped into the Blind Spot, under the dot of blue, and
into a string of light.
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