And finally I realized that the headlamps were dark, the engine still, and the lights on Holmes's face emanated from a separate source entirely.
I raised my eyes in the direction of the flickering lights. An eerie radiance lit the forest beyond the road. As I watched, it descended slowly beneath the tops of the trees.
'Sir Arthur!' I cried.
His silhouette moved quickly toward the mysterious lights.
Holmes and I ran after him. I felt a shiver, whether of fear or of unearthly chill, I could not have said.
Suddenly a great flash of light engulfed us, and a great shock of sound. Dazzled, I stumbled and fell, crying, 'Sir Arthur!' I thought I heard one of Sir Arthur's exotic oaths, this time in the voice of Sherlock Holmes.
I came to myself, my sight flickering with brilliant black and white afterimages. When my vision cleared, I found myself staring straight up into the night. Among the constellations, Mars burned red in the darkness. I shivered in sudden dread. I sat up, groaning.
Holmes was instantly at my side.
'Stay quiet, Watson,' he said. 'You'll soon be right. No injuries, I fancy.'
'And you, Holmes? And Sir Arthur?'
'My sight has recovered, but Sir Arthur does not answer my hallo.'
'What happened, Holmes? What was that explosion?'
'It was... what Robert called a flying coracle,' Holmes said. 'But it has vanished, and with it Dr.
Conan Doyle.'
'We must return to Undershaw! Call out a search party!'
'No!' Holmes exclaimed. 'He has been spirited away, and we have no hope of finding the location unless I can inspect the site of his disappearance. Before searchers trample it.'
'But Lady Conan Doyle!' I said. 'She'll be frantic!'
'If we return now,' Holmes said, 'we can only tell her Sir Arthur is lost.'
'Kidnapped!' I only wished I knew who-- or what-- had done the kidnapping.
'Perhaps, though I doubt he believes so.'
'He could be killed-- !'
'He is safe, I warrant,' Holmes said.
'How can you be sure?'
'Because,' Holmes said, 'no one would benefit from his death.' He settled into the seat of the autocar. 'If we wait till dawn, we may retrieve him and return him safely to the bosom of his family. Before they have any more concern than a few hours of wondering where we have got to.'
'Very well, Holmes,' I said doubtfully, 'but the responsibility for Sir Arthur's safety lies on your shoulders.'
'I accept it,' Holmes said solemnly. Suddenly, he brightened somewhat. 'I fear we shall miss the seance.'
I confess that I dozed, in the darkest hours of the night, cold and uncomfortable and cramped in the seat of the disabled motorcar. My last sight, before I slept, was the scarlet glow of Mars sinking beneath
the tops of the trees. I dreamed of a race of beings so powerful that the canals they built could be seen from another planet.
When I woke, shivering, tiny dewdrops covered my tweeds. The silence of night gave way to the bright songs of dawn. The scent of wet grass and sulfur wafted into my nostrils. I tried to remember a particular point of my dream.
Holmes shook me.
'I'm awake, Holmes!' I said. The snatch of memory vanished without a trace. 'Have you found Sir Arthur?'
'Not yet,' he said. 'Hold this, while I crank the motor.'
He handed me a bit of metal-- two strips sintered together to form one curved piece.
'What about Sir Arthur?' I asked. 'What about your search?'
'My search is finished,' Holmes said. 'I found, overhead, a few singed tree-leaves. At my feet, a dusty spot on the ground. Marks pressed into the soil, forming the corners of a parallelogram-- ' He snorted. 'Not even a square! Far less elegant than the field theorems. Savory food for speculation.'
'But no trace of Sir Arthur?'
'Many traces, but... I think we will not find his hiding place.'
I glanced up into the sky, but the stars had faded and no trace of light remained.
Holmes fell silent. He would say no more until he was ready. I feared he had failed-- Holmes, failed!--and Sir Arthur lay dead in some kidnapper's lair, on or off our world.
The autocar started without hesitation. I had never driven a motorcar-- it is folly to own one in the city, where a hansom is to be had for a handwave, a shout, and a few shillings. But I had observed Sir Arthur carefully. Soon we were moving down the road, and I fancy the ruts, rather than my driving, caused what jolts we felt.
'And what is this, Holmes?' I asked, giving him his bit of metal. He snatched it and pointed straight ahead. I quickly corrected the autocar's direction, for in my brief moment of inattention it had wandered toward the hedgerow.
'The bit of metal, Holmes?'
'It is,' he said, 'a bit of metal.'
'What does it mean?' I said irritably. 'Where did you find it?'
'I found it in the motor,' he said, and placed it in his pocket. 'And may I compliment you on your expert driving. I had no idea you numbered automobile racing among your talents.'
I took his rather unsubtle hint and slowed the vehicle. Hedgerows grew close on either side; it would not be pleasant to round a turn and come upon a horse and carriage.
'I dreamed of Mars, Holmes,' I said.
'Pah!' he said. 'Mars!'
'Quite a wonderful dream!' I continued undaunted. 'We had learned to communicate with the Martians. We could converse, with signals of light, as quickly and as easily as if we were using a telegraph. But of course that would be impossible.'
'How, impossible?' Holmes asked. 'Always assuming there were Martians with whom to converse.'
'Light cannot travel so quickly between the worlds,' I said.
'Light transmission is instantaneous,' Holmes said in a dismissive tone.
'On the contrary,' I said. 'As you would know if you paid the least attention to astronomy or physics. The Michelson-Morley experiment proved light has a finite speed, and furthermore that its speed remains constant-- but that is beside the point!'
'What is the point, pray tell?' Holmes asked. 'You were, I believe, telegraphing back and forth with Martians.'
'The point is that I could not converse instantaneously with Martians-- '
'I do see a certain difficulty in stringing the wires,' Holmes said dryly.
'-- because it would take several minutes-- I would have to do the arithmetic, but at least ten-- for my 'hallo!' to reach Mars, and another length of time for their 'Good day to you' to return.'
'Perhaps you should use the post,' Holmes said.
'And that is what troubled me about Robert's description!' I exclaimed.
'Something troubled you?' Holmes said. 'You have not mentioned it before.'
'I could not think what it was. But of course! He thought he saw a signal from Mars, to the coracle, at the instant after its disappearance. This is impossible, you see, Holmes, because a message would take so long to reach us. He must have been mistaken in what he saw.'
Holmes rode beside me in silence for some moments, then let his breath out in a long sigh.
'As usual, Watson, you shame me,' he said. 'You have provided the clue to the whole mystery, and now all is clear.'
'I do?' I said. 'I have? It is?' I turned to him. 'But what about Sir Arthur? How can the mystery be solved if we have lost Sir Arthur? Surely we cannot return to Undershaw without him!'
'Stop!' Holmes cried.
