The First Vanishings"WE CARRIED Thora back, down to where Edith was waiting.
We told her what had happened and what we had found.
She listened gravely, and as we finished Thora sighed and opened her eyes.
"'I would like to see the stone,' she said.'Charles, you stay here with Thora.' We passed through the outer court silently --and stood before the rock.She touched it, drew back her hand as I had; thrust it forward again resolutely and held it there.She seemed to be listening.Then she turned to me.
"'David,' said my wife, and the wistfulness in her voice hurt me--'David, would you be very, very disappointed if we went from here--without trying to find out any more about it--would you?'
"Walter, I never wanted anything so much in my life as Iwanted to learn what that rock concealed.Nevertheless, Itried to master my desire, and I answered--'Edith, not a bit if you want us to do it.'
"She read my struggle in my eyes.She turned back toward the grey rock.I saw a shiver pass through her.I felt a tinge of remorse and pity!
"'Edith,' I exclaimed, 'we'll go!'
"She looked at me again.'Science is a jealous mistress,' she quoted.'No, after all it may be just fancy.At any rate, you can't run away.No! But, Dave, I'm going to stay too!'
"And there was no changing her decision.As we neared the others she laid a hand on my arm.
"'Dave,' she said, 'if there should be something--well--inexplicable tonight--something that seems--too dangerous --will you promise to go back to our own islet tomorrow, if we can--and wait until the natives return?'
"I promised eagerly--the desire to stay and see what came with the night was like a fire within me.
"We picked a place about five hundred feet away from the steps leading into the outer court.
"The spot we had selected was well hidden.We could not be seen, and yet we had a clear view of the stairs and the gateway.We settled down just before dusk to wait for what-ever might come.I was nearest the giant steps; next me Edith; then Thora, and last Stanton.
"Night fell.After a time the eastern sky began to lighten, and we knew that the moon was rising; grew lighter still, and the orb peeped over the sea; swam into full sight.I glanced at Edith and then at Thora.My wife was intently listening.
Thora sat, as she had since we had placed ourselves, elbows on knees, her hands covering her face.
"And then from the moonlight flooding us there dripped down on me a great drowsiness.Sleep seemed to seep from the rays and fall upon my eyes, closing them--closing them inexorably.Edith's hand in mine relaxed.Stanton's head fell upon his breast and his body swayed drunkenly.I tried to rise--to fight against the profound desire for slumber that pressed on me.
"And as I fought, Thora raised her head as though listen-ing; and turned toward the gateway.There was infinite des-pair in her face--and expectancy.I tried again to rise--and a surge of sleep rushed over me.Dimly, as I sank within it, Iheard a crystalline chiming; raised my lids once more with a supreme effort.
"Thora, bathed in light, was standing at the top of the stairs.
"Sleep took me for its very own--swept me into the heart of oblivion!
"Dawn was breaking when I wakened.Recollection rushed back; I thrust a panic-stricken hand out toward Edith;touched her and my heart gave a great leap of thankfulness.
She stirred, sat up, rubbing dazed eyes.Stanton lay on his side, back toward us, head in arms.
"Edith looked at me laughingly.'Heavens! What sleep!'
she said.Memory came to her.
"'What happened?' she whispered.'What made us sleep like that?'
"Stanton awoke.
"'What's the matter!' he exclaimed.'You look as though you've been seeing ghosts.'
"Edith caught my hands.
"'Where's Thora?' she cried.Before I could answer she had run out into the open, calling.
"'Thora was taken,' was all I could say to Stanton, 'to-gether we went to my wife, now standing beside the great stone steps, looking up fearfully at the gateway into the ter-races.There I told them what I had seen before sleep had drowned me.And together then we ran up the stairs, through the court and to the grey rock.
"The slab was closed as it had been the day before, nor was there trace of its having opened.No trace? Even as I thought this Edith dropped to her knees before it and reached toward something lying at its foot.It was a little piece of gay silk.Iknew it for part of the kerchief Thora wore about her hair.
She lifted the fragment.It had been cut from the kerchief as though by a razor-edge; a few threads ran from it--down to-1
"The grey rock was a door! And it had opened and Thora had passed through it!
