“Nothing.”
We all turned to Chick. Hobart ordered more brandy. The doctor's eyes went to slits. I could not but wonder.
“Chick,” I asked, “who is Rhamda Avec?”
Watson turned.
“You saw him a few minutes ago? You saw him with me? Let me ask you.”
“Yes,” I answered, “I saw him. Most people did. Is he invisible? Is he really the phantom they say?”
Somehow the mention of the name made him nervous; he looked cautiously about the room.
“That I don't know, Harry. It—If I can only get my wits together. Is he a phantom? Yes, I think so. I can't understand him. At least, he has the powers we attribute to an apparition. He is strange and unaccountable. Sometimes you see him, sometimes you don't. The first known of him was on the day Professor Holcomb was to deliver his lecture on the Blind Spot. He was tracked, you know, to the very act. Then came in the Nervina.”
“And who is the Nervina?”
Watson looked at me blankly.