“Why is it that the sound of your voice seems to awaken echoes of memory within me? Why is it I feel a strange thrill run over me when you are near? Why is it I trusted you from the very first, even though you seemed an enemy?”
“Does not your heart answer those questions?”
“My heart struggled with the problem, but cannot answer it. I am mystified—bewildered—dazed.”
“I tell you the time will come when the scales shall fall from your eyes, and the mystery be revealed unto you. I have proved that I am worthy of trust, have I not?”
“Yes—yes!”
“Trust me, and wait.”
“But why do men shrink before you? I am sure it was more your presence than the bomb that cowed those tigers.”
“The bomb!” said the strange man. “There was no bomb!”
“No bomb?”
“No; nothing but this.”