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wn sophistry. However, except for the grossest materialists, all thinkers take cognizance of a hereafter.
"No one dreamed of a Blind Spot and what it may lead to, what it might contain. We are five-sensed; we interpret the universe by the measure of five yardsticks. Yet, the Blind Spot takes even those away; the more we know, it seems, the less certain we are of ourselves. As I said to Mme. Le Fabre, it is a difficult question to determine, after all, just who are the ghosts. At any rate, I KNOW"--and he paused for effect--"I know that there are uncounted millions who look upon us and our workings as entirely supernatural!
"Remember that what I have to tell you is just as real as your own lives have been since babyhood.
"It was slightly over a year ago that my last night on the earth arrived.
"I had gone out for the evening, in the forlorn hope of meeting a friend, of having some slight taste of pleasure before the end came.
"For several days I had been labouring under a sort of premonition, knowing that my life was slowly seeping away and that my vitality was slipping, bit by bit, to what I thought must be death. Had I then known what I know now, I could have saved myself. But if I had done it, if I had saved myself, we would never have found Dr. Holcomb.
"Perhaps it was the same fate that led me to Harry, that night. I don't know. Nevertheless, if there is any truth in what I have learned on the other side of the Blind Spot, it would seem that there is something higher than mere fate. I had never believed in luck; but when everything works out to a fraction of a breath, one ceases to be sceptical on the question of destiny and chance. I say, everything that happened that night was FORCED from the other side. In short, my giving that ring to Harry was simply a link in the chain of circumstances. It just had to be; the PROPHECY would not have had it otherwise."
Without stopping to explain what he meant by the word "prophecy," Watson went on:
"That's