SOLVED

It was a tiny thing, and most amazingly beautiful.  It could not have stood as high as a canary; and had its feathers been made of gleaming silver they could not have been lovelier.  And its black-plumed head, and long, blossom-like tail, were such as no man on earth ever set eyes on.

Like a flash it was gone.  Not more than a half a second was this enchanting apparition visible to us.  Before we could discern any more than I have mentioned, it not only vanished but it ceased to make any sounds whatever.  And each of us drew a long breath, as one might after being given a glimpse of an angel.

Right now, five or six hours after the events I have just described, it is very easy for me to smile at my emotions of the time.  How startled and mystified I was!  And—­why not confess it?—­ just a trifle afraid.  Why?  Because I didn’t understand!  Merely that.

At this moment I sit in my laboratory upstairs in that house, rejoicing in having reached the end of the mystery.  For the enigma of the Blind Spot is no more.  I have solved it!

Now twenty feet away, in another room, lies Ariadne.  Already there is a faint trace of colour in her cheeks, and her heart is beating more strongly.  Another hour, says Dr. Higgins, and she will be restored to us!

The time is seven p.m.  I didn’t sleep at all last night; I haven’t slept since.  For the past five hours we have been working steadily on the mystery, ever since our finding that little, red pebble in the basement.  The last three hours of the time I have been treating Ariadne, using means which our discoveries indicated.  And in order to keep awake I have been dictating this account to a stenographer.

This young lady, a Miss Dibble, is downstairs, where her typewriter will not bother.  Yes, put that down, too, Miss Dibble; I want people to know everything!  She has a telephone clamped to her ears, and I am talking into a microphone which is fixed to a stand on my desk.

On that desk are four switches.  All are of the four-way two-pole type; and from them run several wires, some going to one end of the room, where they are attached to the Holcomb gem.  Others, running to the opposite end, making contact with the tiny heavy stone we found in the basement.  Other wires run from the switches to lead bands around my wrists.  Also, between switches are several connections—­one circuit containing an amplifying apparatus.  By throwing these switches in various combinations, I can secure any given alteration of forces, and direct them where I choose.

For there are two other wires.  These run from my own lead bracelets to another room; a pair clamped around the wrists of Ariadne.

For I, Hobart Fenton, am now a living, human transforming station.  I am converting the power of the Infinite into the Energy of Life.  And I am transmitting that power directly out of the ether, as conduced through these two marvellous stones, back into the nervous system of the girl I love.  Another hour, and she will Exist!