side of me, always forcing me toward the inner room where Watson
had disappeared. In spite of my fury he eluded every effort that I
made for a vital part. We rolled, fought, struck and struggled.

I could hear Hobart's bass thundering: "Over! Over! Under! Look
out! Now you've got him! Harry! Harry! Look out! Hold him, for the
love of Heaven I see his trick. That's his trick. The Blind Spot!"

We were rolled clear over, picked, heaved, shoved against the
front wall. There were three! The great heaving bulk of Fenton;
the fighting tiger between us; and myself! Surely such strength
was not human; we could not pin him; his quickness was uncanny; he
would uncoil, twist himself and throw us loose. Gradually he
worked us away from the front wall and into the centre of the
room.

Could any mere man fight so? Hobart was as good as a ton; I was as
much for action. Slowly, slowly in spite of our efforts, he was
working us towards the Blind Spot. Confident of success, he was
over, around, and in and under. In a spin of a second he went into
the attack. He fairly bore us off our feet. We were on the last
inch of our line; the stake was--

What was it? We all went down. A great volume of sound! We were
inside a bell! My whole head buzzed to music and a roar; the whir
of a thousand vibrations; the inside of sound. I fell face
downwards; the room went black.

What was it? How long I lay there I don't know. A dim light was
burning. I was in a room. The ceiling overhead was worked in a