Not one of them knew what it was; they obeyed by impulse--it was
their destiny; the Chosen, and the queens.
The light stopped at the foot of Dr. Holcomb. Then the strangest
thing happened.
Out of the light--or rather, from where it bathed the snowstone--
came a man; a man much like Holcomb, bearded and short and kindly.
He was the real Jarados!
Unhesitatingly the professor stepped up beside him. Then followed
Hobart and the Aradna, Harry and the Nervina, and lastly, from the
crowd of Bars, MacPherson. The whole concourse in the temple
stopped in awe and terror.
Only for a second. Then the Jarados and all at his side--were
gone.
And upon the snow-stone there stood a sword of living flame.
It stood there for just a breath, exactly where the group had
been.
And it was gone.
That was all.
No; not quite all. For when the Blind Spot closed that night at
288 Chatterton Place, there came once more the deep, solemn peal
of the Bell of the Jarados.
XLVIII
THE UNACCOUNTABLE
Were this account merely a work of fiction, it would harmonise
things so as to have no unaccountables in it. As it is, the
present writers will have to make this quite clear:
It is not known why the Rhamda Avec failed to show himself at the
crucial moment. Perhaps he could have changed everything. We can
only surmise; he has not been seen or heard from since.
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