long lain undisturbed."

He came across the floor very quickly with a finger on his lips, looking
at me with a peculiar searchingness of gaze.

"Are you aware yet of anything--odd here?" he asked in a whisper.
"Anything you cannot quite define, for instance. Tell me, Hubbard, for I
want to know all your impressions. They may help me."

I shook my head, avoiding his gaze, for there was something in the eyes
that scared me a little. But he was so in earnest that I set my mind
keenly searching.

"Nothing yet," I replied truthfully, wishing I could confess to a real
emotion; "nothing but the strange heat of the place."

He gave a little jump forward in my direction.

"The heat again, that's it!" he exclaimed, as though glad of my
corroboration. "And how would you describe it, perhaps?" he asked
quickly, with a hand on the door knob.

"It doesn't seem like ordinary physical heat," I said, casting about in
my thoughts for a definition.

"More a mental heat," he interrupted, "a glowing of thought and desire,
a sort of feverish warmth of the spirit. Isn't that it?"

I admitted that he had exactly described my sensations.