It was all so very simple, now that I understand it.  And yet—­ well, an absolutely new thing is always very hard to put into words.

To begin with, I must acknowledge the enormous help which I have had from my friends:  Miss Clarke, Mme. Le Fabre, General Hume, Dr. Malloy, and Herold.  These people are still in the house with me; I think they are eating supper.  I’ve already had mine.  Really, I can’t take much credit to myself for what I have found out.  The others supplied most of the facts.  I merely happened to fit them together; and, because of my relationship to the problem, am now doing the heroic end of the work.

As for Harry—­he and Dr. Holcomb, Chick Watson and even the dog—­I shall have them out of the Blind Spot inside of twelve hours.  All I need is a little rest.  I’ll go straight to bed as soon as I finish reviving Ariadne; and when I wake up, we’ll see who’s who, friend Rhamda!

I’m too exuberant to hold myself down to the job of telling what I’ve discovered.  But it’s got to be done.  Here goes!

I practically took my life in my hands when I first made connection.  However, I observed the precaution of rigging up a primary connection direct from the ring to the pebble, running the wire along the floor some distance away from where I sat.  No ill effects when I ventured into the line of force; so I began to experiment with the switches.

That precautionary circuit was Herold’s idea.  His, also, the amplifying apparatus.  The mental attitude was Miss Clarke’s, modified by Dr. Malloy.  The lead bracelets were Mme. Le Fabre’s suggestion; they work fine.  Sir Henry was the one who pointed out the advantage of the microphone I am using.  If my hands become paralysed I can easily call for help to my side.

Well, the first connection I tried resulted in nothing.  Perfectly blank.  Then I tried another and another, meanwhile continually adjusting the amplifier; and as a result I am now able, at will, to do either or all of the following: 

(1) I can induct sounds from the Blind Spot; (2) I can induct light, or visibility; or (3) any given object or person, in toto.

And now to tell how.  No, I’m just sleepy, not weak.

Let’s see; where was I?  Oh, yes; those connections.  They’ve got to be done just right, with the proper tension in the coils, and the correct mental attitude, to harmonise.  I wish I wasn’t so tired!

One moment!  No, no; I’m all right.  I—­Queer!  By Jove, that’s a funny thing just now!  I must have got an inducted current from another wire, mixed with these!  And—­I got a glimpse into the Blind Spot!

A great—­No; it’s a—­What a terrific crowd!  Wonder what they’re all—­By Jove, it’s—­Good Lord, it’s he!  And Chick!  No, I’m not wandering!  I’m having the experience of my life!

Now—­that’s the boy!  Don’t let ’em bluff you!  Good!  Good!  Tell ’em where to head in!  That’s the boy!  Rub it in!  I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m with you!