The Metal Monster

as placed in my hands, I had never s

ence for editing and revision to meet the requirements of a popular presentation, Dr. Goodwin had left America. He had explained that he was still too shaken, too depressed, to be a

udies, and it was therefore with the liveliest surprise and interest that I received a summo

ch have set him high above all other American scientists in this field, gleaning from their curious mingling of extremely technical observations and

ad a broad but rather low forehead that reminded me somewhat of the late electrical wizard Steinmetz. Under level black b

rm chin and the clean-cut mouth. His hair was thick and black and oddly sprinkled with whi

shyness. He extended his left hand in greeting, and as I clasped the fingers I was struck b

ident forced him gentl

t from certain consequences of his adventures. He will explain to you l

ching, weighing, estimating. When I raised my eyes from the letter I found in his a new expression

It was the president's

t only one of the greatest honors, but to me one of the gr

sident

said. "Dr. Goodwin has with him his manuscript as far as he has pr

d bell-crowned silk hat and his quaint, heavy c

et Richard Drake on the field of blue poppies that are like a

eeded while I listened to the tale of that utterly weird, stupendous drama of an unknown life, of unknown c

or many hours after that I laid his then incomplete manus

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