The rest of the ordeal was soon done. Nothing more was said about the Jarados, nor of what the Bar Senestro had brought up. There were a few questions about the world he had quit, questions which put no strain upon his imagination to answer. He was out of the deep water for the present. When the assembly dissolved Chick was conducted back to the apartments upstairs. Not to his old room, however, but to an adjoining suite, a magnificent place--that would have done honour to a prince. But Chick scarcely noted the beauty of the place. His attention flew at once to something for which he longed--an immense globe. Chick spun it around eagerly upon its axis. The first thing that he looked for was San Francisco--or, rather, North America. If he was on the earth he wanted to know it! Surely the oceans and continents would not change. But he was doomed to disappointment. There was not a familiar detail. Outside of a network of curved lines indicating latitude and longitude, and the accustomed tilt of the polar axis, the globe was totally strange! So strange that Chick could not decide which was water and which land. After a bit of puzzling Chick ran across a yellow patch marked with some strange characters which, upon examination, were translated in some unknown manner within his subconscious mind, to “D'Hartia.” Another was lettered “Kospia.” Assuming that these were land--and there were a few other, smaller ones, of the same shade--then the land area covered approximately three-fifths of the globe. Inferentially the green remainder, or two-fifths, was the water or ocean covered area. Such a proportion was nearly the precise reverse of that obtaining on the earth. Chick puzzled over other strange names--H'Alara, Mal Somnal, Bloudou San, and the like. Not one name or outline that he could place! How could he make his discovery fit with the words of Dr. Holcomb, and with what philosophy he knew? Somehow there was too much life, too much reality, to fit in with any spiritistic hypothesis. He was surrounded by real matter, atomic, molecular, cellular. He was certain that if he were put to it he could prove right here every law from those put forth by Newton to the present. It was still the material universe; that was certain. Therefor it was equally certain that the doctor had made a most prodigious discovery. But--what was it? What was the law that had fallen out of the Blind Spot? He gave it up, and stepped to one of the suite's numerous windows. They were all provided with clear glass. Now was his opportunity for an uninterrupted, leisurely survey of the world about him.