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"No." "But he sent back something within three days?" Watson was thinking, of course, of the doctor who had disappeared on the day which, Jerome overheard the Rhamda to say, was the last of his stay. But Geos did not reply. Why, Chick could not guess. He thought it best not to press the question; in good time, if he went at it carefully, he could gain his end with safety.
When they were seated at one of these, the Rhamda placed his fingers on some round alna- white buttons ranged along the edge of the table. "In your world," he apologised, "our clumsy service would doubtless amuse you; but it is the best we have been able to devise so far." He pressed the button.
Through it all the Rhamda Geos Listened in something like awe. He was hearing of wonders never before guessed in the Thomahlia. As the prospective son-in-law of the Jarados, Watson automatically lifted himself to a supreme height, so great that, could he only hold himself up to it, he would have a prestige second only to that of the prophet himself. All of a sudden he thought of a question.
You hold the whip hand through your ignorance. Rhamda is your villain and perhaps this Nervina? Who is she?" "A goddess." Hobart smiled. "Oh, yes!" He laughed. "A goddess. Naturally! They all are. There are about forty in this room at the present moment, my dear fellow. Watch them dance!" Now I had picked up the ring. It just fitted the natural finger. I tried it on and looked into the jewel.
I could sense a battle, but the young man turned the jewel to the palm side of his fingers; he shook his head. The Rhamda drew up. For a moment he waited. Was it for surrender? Once he started to speak, but was cut short by the other. For all of his weakness there was spirit to the young man. He even laughed. The Rhamda drew out a watch. He held up two fingers. I heard Hobart mumble.
Certainly Watson inwardly rejoiced to see Rhamda Geos incredulous, his keen face whitening like that of one who has just heard sacrilege uttered to see Geos rise in his place, grip the table tightly, and hear him exclaim: "The Jarados! Did you say the Jarados? He has come amongst us, and we have not known? You are perfectly sure of this?"
The Spot of Life was watched continually from the moment the Rhamda left us." "You mean, he and the Nervina?" "Quite so; she followed him after an interval of a few hours." "I know. But you say that no one came out ahead of me. Who was it that guarded this this Spot of Life? The Rhamdas?" "They and the Bars." "Ah! And who are the Bars?" "The military priesthood.
I never had any definite proof, outside the professor's disappearance, the old lady, and that bell; unless perhaps it is the Rhamda. But from the beginning I've been positive. "Taking that lecture in ethics as a starter, I built up my theory. All the clues lead to this building. It's something that I cannot understand. It's out of the occult. It's a bit too much for me.
For she commenced almost instantly to talk. But we understood only with the greatest of difficulty. She spoke as might one who, after living in perfect solitude for a score of years, is suddenly called upon to use language. And I remembered that Rhamda Avec had told Jerome that he had only BEGUN the use of language. "Who are you?" was her first remark, in the sweetest voice conceivable.
It was daylight; plain, healthy day. It was good to look at. On the threshold of the door he felt himself standing on the border of two worlds. What had become of the doctor and who was the old lady; and lastly and just as important, who was the Rhamda and his beautiful companion? Jerome telephoned to headquarters. It was a strange case.
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