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At once the Geos led the group through a small, half-hidden door, beyond which was a narrow, winding stairway of chocolate- coloured stone. The Geos halted. "Dost wish the building emptied, O Jarados?" "I do. When we come back from under the Spot of Life, we should have the place to ourselves." Accompanied by the two queens the Rhamda returned to the main body of the temple. Dr.
But the effect of his words upon the Rhamda and the nurse told him that, inadvertently, he had struck a keynote. Both started, especially the woman. Watson took note of this in particular, because of the ingrained acceptance of the feminine in matter of belief. "What do you know?" was her eager interruption. "You have seen the Jarados?"
The Jarados alone can tell of them. Mme. Le Fabre, however, feels that she can explain the matter satisfactorily. Abridged, her theory runs: "There is but one way to explore the Occult. That way is to die. "For all that we were so strongly impressed with the reality of Mr. Watson, I am firmly convinced that he was simply a spirit; that everything we saw was spirit manifestation. "Dr.
"I am he; I am the Jarados!" It was a stagger for both young men. Neither could reconcile the great professor of his schooldays with this strange, philosophic prophet of the occult Thomahlians. What was the connection? What was the fate that was leading, urging, compelling it all? "Professor, you will pardon our eagerness.
And yet, through it all The Jarados was a mystic. He studied life after a manner of his own. He was a stickler for getting down to the very heart of things, for prodding around among causes until he found the cause itself. And thus he learned the secret of the occult. For so he taught. And presently the Jarados was recognized as an authority on what the Thomahlia called "the next world."
Clearly, his reverence had been greatly augmented in the past few seconds. From that time on there was a marked difference in his manner; and his speech, when he addressed Chick, contained the expression "my lord" an expression that Watson found it easy enough to become accustomed to. "Did you doubt, Rhamda Geos, that I came from the Jarados?" "We did not doubt. We were certain." "I see.
Did this explain the Avec's physical prowess, on the one hand, and the fact that he would not stoop to take that ring by force, on the other? "Just one more thing, Jan Lucar. You have absolutely no fear that I may fail tomorrow?" "Not the slightest, my lord. You cannot fail!" "Why not?" "I have already said because you are from the Jarados."
That you should talk the Thomahlia language is no more strange than that Rhamda Avec, when he passed into your world, should speak your tongue." "We call our language English," supplied Watson. "It is the tongue of the Jarados and of myself." "Tell me of the Jarados, my lord!" with renewed eagerness. "In the other world what is he?" It was Chick's opportunity. By telling the simple truth about Dr.
Above the horde, high on the opposite wall, stood out the monster Clover Leaf of the Jarados; three-coloured blazing like liquid fire; it was ominous with real life. At that moment the whole concourse rippled with commotion. Arms were uplifted; one and all pointed towards the dais. They, too were looking through the Spot. Then the multitude began to move.
When he came to the sun he explained that no man dared to look at it continuously with the bare eyes. Its great heat and splendour astounded Geos. Concerning himself he nonchalantly stated that he was the fiance of Holcomb's daughter; that is, son-in-law-to-be of the prophet Jarados; that he was sort of Junior Rhamda.
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