Being a few deathless truths concerning several mysteries recently and
scientifically unravelled by a modest servant of Science.

_Quo quisque stultior, eo magis insolescit._




THE THIRD EYE


Although the man's back was turned toward me, I was uncomfortably
conscious that he was watching me. How he could possibly be watching
me while I stood directly behind him, I did not ask myself; yet,
nevertheless, instinct warned me that I was being inspected; that
somehow or other the man was staring at me as steadily as though he and
I had been face to face and his faded, sea-green eyes were focussed upon
me.

It was an odd sensation which persisted in spite of logic, and of which
I could not rid myself. Yet the little waitress did not seem to share it.
Perhaps she was not under his glassy inspection. But then, of course, I
could not be either.

No doubt the nervous tension incident to the expedition was making me
supersensitive and even morbid.

Our sail-boat rode the shallow torquoise-tinted waters at anchor, rocking