…met us as we stepped on deck, and, at a sign from the girl, escorted us down the companion-way. For some seconds he paused outside the door of what I took to be the state cabin, and appeared to be straining his ears to catch sounds proceeding from within. Then, apparently satisfied that all was right, he threw open the door, and, the next instant, I found myself in a dimly lighted apartment full of tall, silent; hooded figures.Anything more sinister and terrifying than this spectacle I could never have conceived. A cold sweat burst out all over my body. I turned to escape, but the door was shut and guarded. I was entirely at the mercy of the assembly.”He has come to see the ZONE ARTO,” laughed the girl.”And he shall see it!” murmured a dozen hollow and assumed voices. ”But first blindfold him.”Instantly, one of the figures stepped…