…noiselessly up to me, and producing a green sash, bound it securely over my eyes. I was then swung round three times, and, the sash being suddenly removed, I found myself standing in a meadow — hooded figures, girl, cabin, ship had vanished — surrounded by nothing but grass — grass of the richest emerald green. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and cloudless, and the air, which was heavily laden with the sweet scent of clover and newly-mown hay, reminded me in no small degree of the country through which I had so lately travelled in my dreams.”Well!” I said to myself as soon as I fully realised where I was, ”it is quite certain I am not intended to fathom the secret of the ZONE ARTO. They could not have sent me to a safer place. I wonder where on earth I am!”And then there arose…