This phase I could not get rid of so easily as the last; the fibres of my being remained quiet.

There remained to me the horror of doubt.

And even then, so strange is the mind of man, Doubt itself took a concrete image; a vast and impenetrable gloom, through which flickered irregularly and spasmodically tiny points of evanescent light, which seemed to quicken the darkness into a positive existence.
The remaining possibility of relations between Margaret and the mummied Queen was, that in some occult way the Sorceress had power to change places with the other.

This view of things could not be so lightly thrown aside.

There were too many suspicious circumstances to warrant this, now that my attention was fixed on it and my intelligence recognised the possibility.