The Blind Spot by Austin Hall;Homer Eon Flint
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In the dim light we had missed it.
We had high expectations. But we were disappointed. The space contained nothing; it was smeared with cobwebs and hairy mould; but outside of a few empty bottles and the gloomy darkness there was nothing. We tapped the walls and floor and ceiling. Beyond all doubt the place once held a secret; if it held it still, it was cleverly hidden. After an hour or two of search we returned to the upper part of the building. Jerome was not discouraged. "We're on the right track, Mr. Wendel; if we can only get started. I have an idea. The chemist--it was in 'ninety-one--that's more than twenty years." "What is your idea?" "The Rhamda. What is the first thing that strikes you? His age. With everyone that sees him it's the same. At first you take him for an old man; if you study him long enough, you are positive that he is in his twenties. May he not be this chemist?" "What becomes of the doctor and his Blind Spot?" "The Blind Spot," answered Jerome, "is merely a part of the chemistry." Next day I hunted up a jeweller. I was careful to choose one with whom I was acquainted. I asked for a private consultation. When we |
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