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They
account
for
my
appearance
in
rags
with
two
bars
of
indisputable
gold
upon
the
Littlestone
beach
in
various
ingenious
ways
--
it
does
n't
worry
me
what
they
think
of
me
.
They
say
I
have
strung
all
these
things
together
to
avoid
being
questioned
too
closely
as
to
the
source
of
my
wealth
.
I
would
like
to
see
the
man
who
could
invent
a
story
that
would
hold
together
like
this
one
.
Well
,
they
must
take
it
as
fiction
--
there
it
is
.
I
have
told
my
story
--
and
now
,
I
suppose
,
I
have
to
take
up
the
worries
of
this
terrestrial
life
again
.
Even
if
one
has
been
to
the
moon
,
one
has
still
to
earn
a
living
.
So
I
am
working
here
at
Amalfi
,
on
the
scenario
of
that
play
I
sketched
before
Cavor
came
walking
into
my
world
,
and
I
am
trying
to
piece
my
life
together
as
it
was
before
ever
I
saw
him
.
I
must
confess
that
I
find
it
hard
to
keep
my
mind
on
the
play
when
the
moonshine
comes
into
my
room
.
It
is
full
moon
here
,
and
last
night
I
was
out
on
the
pergola
for
hours
,
staring
away
at
the
shining
blankness
that
hides
so
much
.
Imagine
it
!
tables
and
chairs
,
and
trestles
and
bars
of
gold
!
Confound
it
!
--
if
only
one
could
hit
on
that
Cavorite
again
!
But
a
thing
like
that
does
n't
come
twice
in
a
life
.
Here
I
am
,
a
little
better
off
than
I
was
at
Lympne
,
and
that
is
all
.
And
Cavor
has
committed
suicide
in
a
more
elaborate
way
than
any
human
being
ever
did
before
.
So
the
story
closes
as
finally
and
completely
as
a
dream
It
fits
in
so
little
with
all
the
other
things
of
life
,
so
much
of
it
is
so
utterly
remote
from
all
human
experience
,
the
leaping
,
the
eating
,
the
breathing
,
and
these
weightless
times
,
that
indeed
there
are
moments
when
,
in
spite
of
my
moon
gold
,
I
do
more
than
half
believe
myself
that
the
whole
thing
was
a
dream
...
When
I
had
finished
my
account
of
my
return
to
the
earth
at
Littlestone
,
I
wrote
,
"
The
End
,
"
made
a
flourish
,
and
threw
my
pen
aside
,
fully
believing
that
the
whole
story
of
the
First
Men
in
the
Moon
was
done
.
Not
only
had
I
done
this
,
but
I
had
placed
my
manuscript
in
the
hands
of
a
literary
agent
,
had
permitted
it
to
be
sold
,
had
seen
the
greater
portion
of
it
appear
in
the
Strand
Magazine
,
and
was
setting
to
work
again
upon
the
scenario
of
the
play
I
had
commenced
at
Lympne
before
I
realised
that
the
end
was
not
yet
.
And
then
,
following
me
from
Amalfi
to
Algiers
,
there
reached
me
(
it
is
now
about
six
months
ago
)
one
of
the
most
astounding
communications
I
have
ever
been
fated
to
receive
.
Briefly
,
it
informed
me
that
Mr.
Julius
Wendigee
,
a
Dutch
electrician
,
who
has
been
experimenting
with
certain
apparatus
akin
to
the
apparatus
used
by
Mr.
Tesla
in
America
,
in
the
hope
of
discovering
some
method
of
communication
with
Mars
,
was
receiving
day
by
day
a
curiously
fragmentary
message
in
English
,
which
was
indisputably
emanating
from
Mr.
Cavor
in
the
moon
.
At
first
I
thought
the
thing
was
an
elaborate
practical
joke
by
some
one
who
had
seen
the
manuscript
of
my
narrative
.
I
answered
Mr.
Wendigee
jestingly
,
but
he
replied
in
a
manner
that
put
such
suspicion
altogether
aside
,
and
in
a
state
of
inconceivable
excitement
I
hurried
from
Algiers
to
the
little
observatory
upon
the
Monte
Rosa
in
which
he
was
working
.
In
the
presence
of
his
record
and
his
appliances
--
and
above
all
of
the
messages
from
Cavor
that
were
coming
to
hand
--
my
lingering
doubts
vanished
.
I
decided
at
once
to
accept
a
proposal
he
made
to
me
to
remain
with
him
,
assisting
him
to
take
down
the
record
from
day
to
day
,
and
endeavouring
with
him
to
send
a
message
back
to
the
moon
.
Cavor
,
we
learnt
,
was
not
only
alive
,
but
free
,
in
the
midst
of
an
almost
inconceivable
community
of
these
ant-like
beings
,
these
ant-men
,
in
the
blue
darkness
of
the
lunar
caves
.
He
was
lamed
,
it
seemed
,
but
otherwise
in
quite
good
health
--
in
better
health
,
he
distinctly
said
,
than
he
usually
enjoyed
on
earth
.
He
had
had
a
fever
,
but
it
had
left
no
bad
effects
.
But
curiously
enough
he
seemed
to
be
labouring
under
a
conviction
that
I
was
either
dead
in
the
moon
crater
or
lost
in
the
deep
of
space
.
His
message
began
to
be
received
by
Mr.
Wendigee
when
that
gentleman
was
engaged
in
quite
a
different
investigation
.
The
reader
will
no
doubt
recall
the
little
excitement
that
began
the
century
,
arising
out
of
an
announcement
by
Mr.
Nikola
Tesla
,
the
American
electrical
celebrity
,
that
he
had
received
a
message
from
Mars
.
His
announcement
renewed
attention
to
a
fact
that
had
long
been
familiar
to
scientific
people
,
namely
:
that
from
some
unknown
source
in
space
,
waves
of
electromagnetic
disturbance
,
entirely
similar
to
those
used
by
Signor
Marconi
for
his
wireless
telegraphy
,
are
constantly
reaching
the
earth
.
Besides
Tesla
quite
a
number
of
other
observers
have
been
engaged
in
perfecting
apparatus
for
receiving
and
recording
these
vibrations
,
though
few
would
go
so
far
as
to
consider
them
actual
messages
from
some
extraterrestrial
sender
.
Among
that
few
,
however
,
we
must
certainly
count
Mr.
Wendigee
.
Ever
since
1898
he
had
devoted
himself
almost
entirely
to
this
subject
,
and
being
a
man
of
ample
means
he
had
erected
an
observatory
on
the
flanks
of
Monte
Rosa
,
in
a
position
singularly
adapted
in
every
way
for
such
observations
.
My
scientific
attainments
,
I
must
admit
,
are
not
great
,
but
so
far
as
they
enable
me
to
judge
,
Mr.
Wendigee
's
contrivances
for
detecting
and
recording
any
disturbances
in
the
electromagnetic
conditions
of
space
are
singularly
original
and
ingenious
.
And
by
a
happy
combination
of
circumstances
they
were
set
up
and
in
operation
about
two
months
before
Cavor
made
his
first
attempt
to
call
up
the
earth
.
Consequently
we
have
fragments
of
his
communication
even
from
the
beginning
.
Unhappily
,
they
are
only
fragments
,
and
the
most
momentous
of
all
the
things
that
he
had
to
tell
humanity
--
the
instructions
,
that
is
,
for
the
making
of
Cavorite
,
if
,
indeed
,
he
ever
transmitted
them
--
have
throbbed
themselves
away
unrecorded
into
space
.
We
never
succeeded
in
getting
a
response
back
to
Cavor
.
He
was
unable
to
tell
,
therefore
,
what
we
had
received
or
what
we
had
missed
;
nor
,
indeed
,
did
he
certainly
know
that
any
one
on
earth
was
really
aware
of
his
efforts
to
reach
us
.
And
the
persistence
he
displayed
in
sending
eighteen
long
descriptions
of
lunar
affairs
--
as
they
would
be
if
we
had
them
complete
--
shows
how
much
his
mind
must
have
turned
back
towards
his
native
planet
since
he
left
it
two
years
ago
.
You
can
imagine
how
amazed
Mr.
Wendigee
must
have
been
when
he
discovered
his
record
of
electromagnetic
disturbances
interlaced
by
Cavor
's
straightforward
English
.
Mr.
