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These questions were curiously urged upon my inward consciousness as I looked again upon the poor fragile corpse among the reeds and palms of the sluggishly flowing river, and heard the clamorous despair of the man to whom she might have been joy, inspiration and victory had not the world been then as it is not now the man, who as the light of the moonbeams fell upon him, showed me in his haggard and miserable features the spectral likeness of Santoris.
Santoris lifted his eyes and regarded his former college acquaintance fixedly. "That question is unnecessary" he said "You know I am not." There was a brief awkward pause. Dr. Brayle looked up with a satirical smile. "Spiritual science has probably taught you to beware of the fair sex" he said.
"You are prejudiced, and I think you are mistaken. You only saw the man for a few minutes last night, and you know nothing of him " "Nothing, except what he is bound to reveal," answered Santoris. "What do you mean?"
What is called Love is the mere physical attraction between the two sexes no more, and it soon palls. All that we gain we quickly cease to care for it is the way of humanity." "What a poor creation humanity is, then!" said Santoris, with a smile "How astonishing that it should exist at all for no higher aims than those of the ant or the mouse!
"You're sure you do not mind?" said Harland, then, opening his eyes drowsily "You will be perfectly safe with Santoris." I smiled. I did not need that assurance.
If, on the other hand, I preferred to accept what would be called a reasonable and practical solution of the enigma, I would say: That, being imaginative and sensitive, I had been easily hypnotised by a stronger will than my own, and that for his amusement, or because he had seen in me the possibility of a 'test case, Santoris had tried his power upon me and forced me to see whatever he chose to conjure up in order to bewilder and perplex me.
As the two vessels lay on the still waters, the 'Diana' fussily getting up steam, and the 'Dream' with sails full out as if in a stiff breeze, despite the fact that there was no wind, we discussed the situation eagerly or rather I should say my host and his people discussed it, for I had nothing to say, knowing that the victory was sure to be with Santoris.
Harland's bristling eyebrows met over his nose in a saturnine frown. "Well, are you willing?" he said "I rather doubt it! And if you are, I'm not. I've no faith in mysticism or psychism of any kind. It bores me to think about it. And nothing has puzzled me at all concerning Santoris except his extraordinarily youthful appearance. That is a problem to me, and I should like to solve it."
I felt the colour rising hotly to my face, but I endeavoured to appear unconcerned. "You look," said Dr. Brayle, with a quick glance from his narrowly set eyes "as if you had been through a happy experience." "Perhaps I have!" I answered quietly "It has certainly been a very happy day!" "What is your opinion of Santoris?" asked Mr.
"I do, most assuredly," answered Santoris "I see it as distinctly as I see yourself in the midst of it. But there is no actual light in it, it is mere grey mist, a mist of miasma." "Thank you!" and Harland laughed harshly "You are complimentary!" "Is it a time for compliments?" asked Santoris, with sudden sternness "Harland, would you have me tell you ALL?" Harland's face grew livid.
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