CHAPTER XIWays and Means
Each of the three felt it simultaneously—an immense flowing of power about them, the conviction that somebody, or something was present with them in the great roofless hall. Brooks turned very slowly and gazed at the astonished faces of his sister and Douglas. They were staring into emptiness, expecting to see-something materialize any moment.
As yet, however, nothing untoward was visible. Nevertheless they knew, with every instinct they possessed, that intelligence was near them, intelligence so immense, so transcedental, that their human minds were cowed into submissive attention before it.
“You cannot see me, my friends,” said a voice. If it was a voice. Like the thought-wave instrument they had encountered at first, it seemed they felt words instead of heard
