“Then,” said the Spook, “you try to—well, there is no human word for it. It is something like going to sleep, and the sensations are similar, if you are going to be successful. You will drop OUT, as it were. Do you understand?”
“We do not understand the last sentence,” said Moïse.
“It is difficult,” the Spook said. “Once you have felt it you will understand. It is like dropping to sleep, but it is really dropping out of what you call the present time and place into the past time and place which you willed to see.”
“Are only the mediums able to see, or everybody?”
“It will be all, or none,” said the Spook.
Here was “some offer”! Not merely one treasure, but all treasures would be ours. And Asia Minor, every Turk believes, is full of buried treasure. The stuff hidden before the recent Armenian massacres would be a fortune in itself, and when one thought of the past—of the Greeks, and Romans, and Persians—why! There was no limit to the wealth that lay within our grasp.
“I am so glad we chose the seaside for our holiday,” said the Pimple. “It fits in beautifully.”
“It does,” we agreed.
“But I don’t quite understand about this ‘dropping OUT,’ do you?”
“No,” said Hill slowly. “Seems to be something like a trance. Anyway, the Spook has promised we’ll know all about it when we wake up.”