CHAPTER VIIVision of the Past
Gradually things grew dark—even for Vera with her double vision. She would have cried out in terror only her muscles refused to work. Brooks, the most scientific, surmised what was happening, that their brains were being deliberately blacked out to everything except the impressions which were shortly to reach them.
For a while there was nothing. He was standing, like Douglas and Vera, utterly motionless staring into a void. There was no sound either. Even the four dimensional plane itself had not seemed so utterly quiet as this. It was death in life.
Then again that Voice which spoke in pure thought, which was clearly understandable.
“You cannot attempt to understand what you have seen around you. Not yet. But if you ever do you will have earned the right
