“Perhaps I have been dozing,” he said doubtfully. “It seems as though I have been dreaming.”
“What have you dreamed?”
“I can’t remember.” Berger closed his eyes thoughtfully. “Perhaps I imagined it — a man, all in black, who spoke to me. He seemed like — like a shadow. He came from there!”
Opening his eyes, Stanley Berger pointed to the dark spot beside the bookcase.
Moving across the room, the Red Envoy pressed the wall switch, to give more illumination than that provided by the table lamp. Berger blinked in the brightness.
“A man in black,” he murmured.
“What did he say to you?”
“I can’t remember. I was afraid of him, at first. Then his words seemed to quiet me.
“I remember a spot of deep red light — like a strange glowing gem” — Berger closed his eyes — “I can see it now. It shines like the embers of a fire.”
“What did you do then?”