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The Metal Monster

The Metal Monster

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Prologue 

Word Count: 735    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

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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“When the manuscript revealing his adventures among the pre-historic ruins of the Nan–Matal in the Carolines (The Moon Pool) had been given me by the International Association of Science 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 able to recall experiences that must inevitably carry with them freshened memories of those whom he loved so well and from whom, he felt, he was separated in all probability forever.”