The Blind Spot

. It was natural; it was sweet and human, but it was pregna

re. I remember sayin

Blind Spot. But what is it? W

He just vanished into space

he reports. The old lad

?" I looked a

doctor? 'The greatest day since Columbus.' No, don't cross the room, Harry, I'm

rnatu

shook h

y Lord, Harry! Don't you see! Once we control it. The Blind Spot! What is beyond?

oth arms: "No, no, no, Harry. My Lord! I don't want to

ainst the wall. The impa

hese moments. Hobart settled himself and awaited the rush that he knew was c

ve we got to have a knock-down and drag-out on this of all nights? Ha

fought a thousand times over just such provocation. Over his shoulders I could see the still open door that led into the street. A heavy form was looming through the

rth dying. One minute flying through the air-the old catapult tackle-and the next a crashing of bone and s

d him! That's the way

ble went over, we went spinning against the wall, a crash of falling bookcases, books and broken glass, a scurry and a flying heap of legs and arms. He was wonderfully strong and active, like a panther. Each time I held him

ghting systematically. As much as he could he kept over on one side of me, always forcing me toward the inner room where Watson

ut! Now you've got him! Harry! Harry! Look out! Hold him, for the

e fighting tiger between us; and myself! Surely such strength was not human; we could not pin him; his quickness was uncanny; he

rts, he was working us towards the Blind Spot. Confident of success, he was over, around, and in and under. In a spin o

bell! My whole head buzzed to music and a roar; the whir of a thousand vi

grotesque pattern; I could not make it out. My clothes were in tatters and my hand was covered with blood. Something warm was t

yes! It came back. Watson-Chick Watson!

was like a nightmare and impossible. I raised up on my elbow and loo

he roses. Roses meant perfume, and perfume meant a woman. What could-something touched my face-something

olish boy! Yo

it was soft and silken like music that might have been woven out of the moonb

g. "As if there were not two! He shall pay fo

her eyes were! In their depths was a pathos and a tenderness that was past a woman's, the same slight droop at the

ed, "where is Wa

odd

he Blin

is the Bl

red the

orry. I would have saved him. An

r eyes flash

e, did you fight wi

is behind it all. He is the villain. He can f

lightly; she

be? I am so sorry. And you fought with the Rhamda? You could not overcom

sh and muscle. He was a man. Why coul

ought alone at first, until he tried to throw me into this Thing. Then Hobart stepped in. Once I thought we

hard; in her eyes flashed the fire that I had noticed once befo

He would dare to throw

nd uncertain. This beautiful woma

d save you. It must not be. Will you give me the ring? If I could only tell you

I not resent it? She was wonderful; she was beautiful; she was pure. Was it merely a subtle act for the Rhamda? I could s

. "Who is this Rhamda? W

N

ds: "A phantom!" How could it be? At

l me, wha

ve tenderness lingered about her lip

Harry. You couldn't unde

studied and watched her-her wondrous hair, the

is supe

ain everything. One cannot go above N

ied a

oman?" I ask

rden at the back of her sadness, some great yearning unsatisfied, unattainable. She dropped her head. The hand upon my ar

ve it-I love it! I can have everything but the most exalted thing of all. I can live, see, enjoy, think, but I cannot have love. You knew it from the first. How did you kno

I was to be tempted, cajoled, flattered. What was this story out of the moonbeams? Cer

p the ring,"

owsy; I lapsed again into unconsciousness; just as I