'"
"Now comes the wonderful, inexplainable, part of the story. There was
a single gas-burner alight in the room. It was turned down low; faces
were discernible, but the room was only half lighted. Hearing a movement,
Jack and I turned towards Mrs. Bliss. She had lifted her head from the
table and was gazing directly at us. Her eyes were open, but they had
a glassy look. Then it seemed as though the room was gradually
becoming darker and darker, until the darkness became intense.
"My first thought was that Mrs. Bliss had put out the gas. Before I
had time to question her, Jack and I caught sight of a white spot
that was approaching us from the corner of the room nearest the
doorway which led into the hallway. This light, which was no larger
than a man's hand at first, increased in size and intensity until it
covered a space at least two feet wide and six feet high. I must
admit that my hair was inclined to stand on end."
"And mine too," exclaimed Jack.
"Suddenly," said Ned, "the light, which was nebulous, began to fall
away in places and assume a shape like the form of a man. Then the
portion where a man's head ought to be, assumed the appearance of
one. Jack and I clasped hands and retreated to the farther corner of
the room. This act on our part was purely voluntary. If I had
possessed a Remington rifle, six Colt's revolvers, and a dynamite
bomb, I should have backed out just the same.
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