That is why old Professor Holcomb appealed to me; he had proposed
that we prove the occult by physical means. "Reduce it to the
scope of our five senses," he had said, in effect. From that
moment on I was his disciple.

I have told of hearing that sharp, welcoming bark, emitted either
from the gem or from the air surrounding it. This event took place
on the front porch of the house at 288 Chatterton Place, as
Charlotte and I sat there talking it over. We had taken a suite at
the hotel, but had come to the house of the Blind Spot in order to
decide upon a course of action. And, in a way, that mysterious
barking decided it for us.

We returned to the hotel, and gave notice that we would leave the
next day. Next, we began to make preparations for moving into the
Chatterton Place dwelling.

That afternoon, while in the midst of giving orders for
furnishings and the like, there at the hotel, I was called to the
telephone. It was from a point outside the building.

"Mr. Fenton?"--in a man's voice. And when I had assured him; "You
have no reason to recognise my voice. I am--Rhamda Avec."

"The Rhamda! What do you want?"

"To speak with your sister, Mr. Fenton." Odd how very agreeable
the man's tones! "Will you kindly call her to the telephone?"

I saw no objection. However, when Charlotte came to my side I