The Blind Spot

t none like this. The croon of the old lady thrummed in his ears with endless repetition. He picked her up tenderly and bore her to another room and plac

ciously he felt the load that crushed her spirit. It was as if the bur

f sunshine filtering through the broken shutter slanted across the room and sought vainly to dispel the shadow. He th

rnished, two not at all. A rear room had evidently been to the old lady the whole of her habitation, serving as a kitchen, bedroom, and living-room combined. Except in this room there were no carpet

a clue to the sound. There was nothing. The only thing he heard was the echoing of his ow

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.

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ctor. Jerome had followed his intuition. It had led him into a tragedy and he was ready to swear almost on his soul that it was twofold. The prominence of the

scoffed and derided. Some there were, however, men well up in the latest discoveries of science,

swallowed by the very force that he had loosened. There was nothing in known science outside of optics, that could in any way be blended with the Blind Spot. There were but two solution

estion of the occult. They are material; and were convinced from the start that the case had its origin in downri

s ransacked from cellar to attic. The records were gone over and it was found that the property had for s

upplies and that was all. The stress that Jerome placed upon her actions and words was; given its due account. There were undoubtedly two villains; but there were two victi

sort of legend in San Francisco; one to be taken with a grain of salt, to be sure, but for all that, one at which we may well wonder. Here the supporters o

have been published many times. There are those who aver that they have s

tness of a gentleman of reliance and character. Women look twice and wonder; he is neither old nor youn

complexion, the wonderful glory of her hair and the glowing night-black of her eyes. Men pause; she is of the superlative kind that robs the reason, a supreme glory of passion and life and beauty, at whose feet fools and wi

ght daylight. Hundreds have seen them. They make no effort at concealment, nor disguise. And yet no phantoms were ever more unreal than they to those who seek them. Who are they? The officers have been

aracter of those who have witnessed. Phantoms are not corporeal; these two are fles

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be grey and drab and sombre. Take the lower deck. Perhaps you will see nothing. If not try again; for they say you shall be rew

and aglow with a great and wondrous wisdom; mark if you see evil. And remember. Though he is like you he is something vastly different. He is flesh and blood; bu

pers. I do not agree with it entirely. Nevertheless, it will serve as an exce