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voice. Dim and fearful, coming down the corridors of time.
"Hold that ring, Harry! Hold that ring!" Then the faint despair out of the weary distance, faint, but a whole volume:
"The Blind Spot!"
It was over as quickly as that. The whole thing climaxed into an instant. It is difficult to describe. One cannot always analyse sensations. Mine, I am afraid, were muddled. A thousand insistent thoughts clashed through my brain. Horror, wonder, doubt! I have only one persistent and predominating recollection. The old lady! I could almost feel her coming out of the shadows. There was sadness and pity; out of the stillness and the corners. What had been the dirge of her sorrow?
"NOW THERE ARE THREE!"
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MAN OR PHANTOM
It was Hobart who came to first. His voice was good to hear. It was natural; it was sweet and human, but it was pregnant with disappointment: "We are fools, Harry; we are fools!"
But I could only stare. I remember saying: "The Blind Spot?"
Yes," returned Hobart, "the Blind Spot. But what is it? We saw him go. Did you see it?"
"It gets me," I answered. "He just vanished into space. It--" Frankly I was afraid.
"It tallies well with the reports. The old lady and Jerome. Remember?"
"And the bell?" I looked about the room.
"Exactly. Phenomena! Watson was right. I just wonder--but the bell? Remember the doctor? 'The greatest day since Columbus.' No, don't cross the room, Harry, I'm a bit leery: A great discovery! I should say it was. How do you account for it?"
"Supernatural."
Fenton shook his head.
"By no means! It's the gateway to the universe--into Cosmos." His eyes sparkled. "My Lord, Harry! Don't you see! Once we control it. The Blind Spot! What is beyond? We saw Chick Watson go. Before our eyes. Where did he go to? It beats death itself."
I started across the room, but Hobart caught me with both arms: "No, no, no, Harry. My Lord! I don't want to lose you. No! You foolhardly little cuss--