“The Rhamda! I have read that he has the manner of inherent goodness. Is
it true? You have conversed with him. I haven't.”
“He has. He didn't strike me as a villain. He's intrinsic, noble, out of
self. I have often wondered.”
I smiled. “Perhaps we are thinking the same thing. Is this it? The Blind
Spot is a secret that man may not attain to. It is unknowable and akin
to death. The Rhamda knows it. He couldn't head off the professor. He
simply employed Dr. Holcomb's wisdom to trap him; now that he has him
secure, he intends to hold him. It is for our own good.”
“Exactly. Yet--”
“Yet?”
“He was very anxious to put you and Fenton into this very Spot.”
“That is so. But may it not be that we, too, knew a bit too much?”
He couldn't answer that.
Nevertheless, we were both of us convinced concerning the Rhamda. It was
merely a digression of thought, a conjecture. He might be good; but we
were both positive of his villainy. It was his motive, of course,
that weighed up his character; could we find that, we would uncover
everything.