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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: Harry had recovered and run to the edge of the chasm opposite thus
suddenly formed. Desiree and I followed.
There was nothing to be seen save the blackness of space.
Immediately before us was an apparently bottomless abyss, black and
terrifying; the side descended straight down from our feet.
Looking across we could see dimly a wall some distance away, smooth
and with a faint whiteness. On either side of us other walls
extended to meet the farther wall, smooth and polished as glass.
"The Incas didn't do that, I hope," said Harry, turning to me.
"Hardly," I answered; and in my absorbing interest in the
phenomenon before me I half forgot my pain.
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