brain? Could it, too, reconstruct the past, read the mysteries of the
future ...

Some awful power, greater than my will, seemed stretching its
tentacles from the darkness: I felt them dragging at me, certain,
remorseless, growing stronger and stronger ...

With something very like a shriek of terror, I tore myself away, out
of the entry, into the hall, to the stairs, and down them into the
lighted room below.

And as I stood there, gasping for breath, Godfrey followed me, and I
saw that his face, too, was livid.




CHAPTER VIII

A FRESH ENIGMA


Godfrey met my eyes with a little deprecating smile, put his torch in
one pocket, took a handkerchief from another, and mopped his forehead.

"Rather nerve-racking, wasn't it, Lester?" he remarked, and then his
gaze wandered to the couch, and he stepped toward it quickly.

I saw that a change had come in Miss Vaughan's condition. Her eyes
were still closed, but her body no longer lay inert and lifeless, for