“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—stand back!”
He threw me violently against the wall. The impact quite took my breath.