The Blind Spot by Austin Hall;Homer Eon Flint
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"You mean the professor. He lives on Dwight Way. At this time of
the day you would be more apt to find him at the university. Is he expecting you?" It was a blunt question and of course none of his business. Yet, just what another does not want him to know is ever the pursuit of a detective. At the same time the subconscious flashing and wondering at the name Rhamda Avec--surely neither Teutonic nor Sanskrit nor anything between. "Expecting me? Ah, yes. Pardon me if I speak slowly. I am not quite used to speech--yet. I see you are interested. After I see Dr. Holcomb I may tell you. However, it is very urgent that I see the doctor. He--well, I may say that we have known each other a long time." "Then you know him?" "Yes, in a way; though we have never met. He must be a great man. We have much in common, your doctor and I; and we have a great deal to give to your world. However, I would not recognise him should I see him. Would you by any chance--" "You mean would I be your guide? With pleasure. It just happens that I am on friendly terms with your friend Dr. Holcomb." II |
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