"And," I asked, "didn't grandfather Scranton say that the eyes of the demon burned with a greenish fire?"
Rhodes nodded.
"Then what I saw was a demon's eye. But why didn't I see two. Is this a Polyphemus demon?"
"Can't say, Bill. The greenish fire, however, is nothing but reflected light; in other words, light has to reach them, or the eyes can't shine. In absolute darkness they would not do so."
"It may be different down here in this world. At any rate, that eye shone, though ghostly. And so the angel at least—and Heaven only knows what besides—is waiting there with her demon!"
"I believe so, Bill. There can scarcely be any doubt that the eye which you saw belonged to a demon. The prospect, I admit, is certainly a sinister one."
A silence ensued. Of a sudden Rhodes raised his voice and hallooed:
"Hello there!"
The answer came almost on the instant:
"Hello there—hello there—hello there—hello there—hello—hello!"