"And more!"
"It is the hour that calls!"
"Are you prepared?"
"Show me what you can do!"
"For this I am here! Are you afraid?"
The air of mockery in the questioner's tone cut the speaker to the quick.
In the intermittent flashes of lightning Basil saw the shapeless form cowering before him in the dusk of the gallery, barring the way. But again it mingled quickly with the darkness.
"Of whom?" Basil queried.
There was another pause.
"Of the Presence!"