Er—­there’s a big crowd of ugly looking chaps there, and I can’t make it out—­Just a moment—­a moment.  What does it mean, anyway?  Just—­I—­

Danger, by Heaven!  That’s what it means!

No; I’m all right.  The—­thing came to an end, abruptly.  That’s all; everything normal again; the room just the same as it was a moment ago.  Hello!  I seem to have started something!  The wire down on the floor has commenced to hum!  Oh, I’ve got my eye on it, and if anything—­

Miss Dibble!  Tell Herold to come!  On the run!  Quick!  Did you?  Good! don’t stop writing!  I—­

There’s Chick!  Chick!  How did you get here?  What?  You can’t see me!  Why—­

Chick!  Listen!  Listen, man!  I’ve gone into the Blind Spot!  Write this down!  The connection—­

That’s Herold!  Herold, this is Chick Watson!  Listen, now, you two!  The—­the—­I can hardly—­it’s from No. 4 to—­to—­to the ring—­then—­coil—­

Both switches, Chick!  Ah!  I’ve—­

Note by Miss L. Dibble.—­Just as Mr. Fenton made the concluding remark as above, there came a loud crash, followed by the voice of Mr. Herold.  Then, there came a very loud clang from a bell; just one stroke.  After which I caught Mr. Fenton’s voice: 

“Herold—­Chick can tell you what it wants us to do—­”

And with that, his voice trailed off into nothing, and died away.  As for Mr. Fenton himself, I am informed that he has utterly disappeared; and in his stead there now exists a man who is known to Dr. Hansen as Chick Watson.

XXVIII

THE MAN FROM SPACE

Before starting the conclusion of the Blind Spot mystery it may be just as well for the two publicists who are bringing it to the press to follow Hobart Fenton’s example and go into a bit of explanation.

The two men who wrote the first two parts were participants, and necessarily writing almost in the present tense.  While they could give an accurate and vivid account of their feelings and experiences, they could only guess at what lay in the future, at the events that would unravel it all.

But the present writers have the advantage of working, of seeing, of weighing in the retrospect.  They know just where they are going.

The coming of Chick Watson brought new perspective.  Hitherto we had been looking into the darkness.  Whatever had been caught in the focus of the Spot had become lost to our five senses.

Yet, facts are facts.  It was no mere trickery that had caught Dr. Holcomb in the beginning.  One by one, men of the highest standards and character had been either victims or witness to its reality and power.

So the coming of Watson may well be set down as one of the deciding moments of history.  He who had been the victim a year before was returning through the very Spot that had engulfed him.  He was the herald of the great unknown, an ambassador of the infinite itself.