“For hours I have fought that fight.
“But during those hours, some one, I won’t say who, seemed to have developed such psychic faculties of penetration that they were able to make their bodies pass through the walls of my room.
“At last I am conquered. I pray that you—”
The writing broke off abruptly, as if she had left it in wild flight.
“What does that mean?” asked Kennedy, “the ‘will of the Lodge’?”
Blair looked at us keenly. I fancied that there was even something accusatory in the look. “Perhaps it was some mental reservation on her part,” he suggested. “You do not know yourself of any reason why she should fear anything, do you?” he asked pointedly.
Kennedy did not betray even by the motion of an eyelash that we knew more than we should ostensibly.
There was a tap at the door. I sprang to open it, thinking perhaps, after all, it was Veda herself.
Instead, a man, a stranger, stood there.
“Is this Professor Kennedy?” he asked, touching his hat.