Last night was the third time." He paused, his eyes shining with excitement.

Presley leaned forward toward him, motionless with intense absorption.
"Well--and last night," he prompted.
Vanamee stirred in his seat, his glance fell, he drummed an instant upon the table.
"Last night," he answered, "there was--there was a change.

The Answer was--" he drew a deep breath--"nearer." "You are sure ?" The other smiled with absolute certainty.
"It was not that I found the Answer sooner, easier.

I could not be mistaken.

No, that which has troubled the darkness, that which has entered into the empty night--is coming nearer to me--physically nearer, actually nearer." His voice sank again.