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I wakened from a restless sleep and Gars was there. Don't ask me how I knew his name was Gars. I just saw him, and knew his name, as if something spoke to me from him, without sound: "I am Gars!"

I sat up in bed quickly. Automatically I glanced at my watch. It was three o'clock in the morning. Since I lived in a dank mews surrounded by tall buildings, in the City of New York, my room should have been pitch dark, and it was. But I saw the man plainly, in the heart of a soft glow of light. The light was like none I knew. He looked to me steadily and again I caught his thought. I am no clairvoyant yet I knew that what I understood him to think, he thought:

"Take your time. You need to know something of who and what I am. Begin with the name. Gars. It's my name."

There was no doubting that he was a man. I could not hear his respiration, but I