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When
you
see
the
snapshots
you
'll
know
the
geography
could
n't
have
been
faked
,
and
I
fancy
I
have
another
way
of
proving
that
It
is
n't
any
waxed
concoction
of
mine
.
You
've
never
seen
it
,
for
the
experiments
would
n't
let
me
keep
It
on
exhibition
.
"
The
showman
glanced
queerly
at
the
padlocked
door
.
"
It
all
comes
from
that
long
ritual
in
the
eighth
Pnakotic
fragment
.
When
I
got
it
figured
out
I
saw
it
could
have
only
one
meaning
.
There
were
things
in
the
north
before
the
land
of
Lomar
--
before
mankind
existed
--
and
this
was
one
of
them
.
It
took
us
all
the
way
to
Alaska
,
and
up
the
Noatak
from
Fort
Morton
,
but
the
thing
was
there
as
we
knew
it
would
be
.
Great
Cyclopean
ruins
,
acres
of
them
.
There
was
less
left
than
we
had
hoped
for
,
but
after
three
million
years
what
could
one
expect
?
And
were
n't
the
Esquimau
legends
all
in
the
right
direction
?
We
could
n't
get
one
of
the
beggars
to
go
with
us
,
and
had
to
sledge
all
the
way
back
to
Nome
for
Americans
.
Orabona
was
no
good
up
in
that
climate
--
it
made
him
sullen
and
hateful
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
later
how
we
found
It
.
When
we
got
the
ice
blasted
out
of
the
pylons
of
the
central
ruin
the
stairway
was
just
as
we
knew
it
would
be
.
Some
carvings
still
there
,
and
it
was
no
trouble
keeping
the
Yankees
from
following
us
in
.
Orabona
shivered
like
a
leaf
--
you
'd
never
think
it
from
the
damned
insolent
way
he
struts
around
here
.
He
knew
enough
of
the
Elder
Lore
to
be
properly
afraid
.
The
eternal
light
was
gone
,
but
our
torches
shewed
enough
.
We
saw
the
bones
of
others
who
had
been
before
us
--
aeons
ago
,
when
the
climate
was
warm
.
Some
of
these
bones
were
of
things
you
could
n't
even
imagine
.
At
the
third
level
down
we
found
the
ivory
throne
the
fragments
said
so
much
about
--
and
I
may
as
well
tell
you
it
was
n't
empty
.
"
The
thing
on
that
throne
did
n't
move
--
and
we
knew
then
that
It
needed
the
nourishment
of
sacrifice
.
But
we
did
n't
want
to
wake
It
then
.
Better
to
get
It
to
London
first
.
Orabona
and
I
went
to
the
surface
for
the
big
box
,
but
when
we
had
packed
it
we
could
n't
get
It
up
the
three
flights
of
steps
.
These
steps
were
n't
made
for
human
beings
,
and
their
size
bothered
us
.
Anyway
,
it
was
devilish
heavy
.
We
had
to
have
the
Americans
down
to
get
It
out
.
They
were
n't
anxious
to
go
into
the
place
,
but
of
course
the
worst
thing
was
safely
inside
the
box
.
We
told
them
it
was
a
batch
of
ivory
carvings
--
archaeological
stuff
;
and
after
seeing
the
carved
throne
they
probably
believed
us
.
It
's
a
wonder
they
did
n't
suspect
hidden
treasure
and
demand
a
share
.
They
must
have
told
queer
tales
around
Nome
later
on
;
though
I
doubt
if
they
ever
went
back
to
those
ruins
,
even
for
the
ivory
throne
.
"
Rogers
paused
,
felt
around
in
his
desk
,
and
produced
an
envelope
of
good-sized
photographic
prints
.
Extracting
one
and
laying
it
face
down
before
him
,
he
handed
the
rest
to
Jones
.
The
set
was
certainly
an
odd
one
:
ice-clad
hills
,
dog
sledges
,
men
in
furs
,
and
vast
tumbled
ruins
against
a
background
of
snow
--
ruins
whose
bizarre
outlines
and
enormous
stone
blocks
could
hardly
be
accounted
for
.
One
flashlight
view
shewed
an
incredible
interior
chamber
with
wild
carvings
and
a
curious
throne
whose
proportion
could
not
have
been
designed
for
a
human
occupant
.
The
carvings
on
the
gigantic
masonry
--
high
walls
and
peculiar
vaulting
overhead
--
were
mainly
symbolic
,
and
involved
both
wholly
unknown
designs
and
certain
hieroglyphs
darkly
cited
in
obscene
legends
.
Over
the
throne
loomed
the
same
dreadful
symbol
which
was
now
painted
on
the
workroom
wall
above
the
padlocked
plank
door
.
Jones
darted
a
nervous
glance
at
the
closed
portal
.
Assuredly
,
Rogers
had
been
to
strange
places
and
had
seen
strange
things
.
Yet
this
mad
interior
picture
might
easily
be
a
fraud
--
taken
from
a
very
clever
stage
setting
.
One
must
not
be
too
credulous
.
But
Rogers
was
continuing
:
"
Well
,
we
shipped
the
box
from
Nome
and
got
to
London
without
any
trouble
.
That
was
the
first
time
we
'd
ever
brought
back
anything
that
had
a
chance
of
coming
alive
.
I
did
n't
put
It
on
display
,
because
there
were
more
important
things
to
do
for
It
.
It
needed
the
nourishment
of
sacrifice
,
for
It
was
a
god
.
Of
course
I
could
n't
get
It
the
sort
of
sacrifices
which
It
used
to
have
in
Its
day
,
for
such
things
do
n't
exist
now
.
But
there
were
other
things
which
might
do
.
The
blood
is
the
life
,
you
know
.
Even
the
lemurs
and
elementals
that
are
older
than
the
earth
will
come
when
the
blood
of
men
or
beasts
is
offered
under
the
right
conditions
.
"
The
expression
on
the
narrator
's
face
was
growing
very
alarming
and
repulsive
,
so
that
Jones
fidgeted
involuntarily
in
his
chair
.
Rogers
seemed
to
notice
his
guest
's
nervousness
,
and
continued
with
a
distinctly
evil
smile
.
"
It
was
last
year
that
I
got
It
,
and
ever
since
then
I
've
been
trying
rites
and
sacrifices
.
Orabona
has
n't
been
much
help
,
for
he
was
always
against
the
idea
of
waking
It
.
He
hates
It
--
probably
because
he
's
afraid
of
what
It
will
come
to
mean
.
He
carries
a
pistol
all
the
time
to
protect
himself
--
fool
,
as
if
there
were
human
protection
against
It
!
If
I
ever
see
him
draw
that
pistol
,
I
'll
strangle
him
.
He
wanted
me
to
kill
It
and
make
an
effigy
of
It
.
But
I
've
stuck
by
my
plans
,
and
I
'm
coming
out
on
top
in
spite
of
all
the
cowards
like
Orabona
and
damned
sniggering
sceptics
like
you
,
Jones
!
I
've
chanted
the
rites
and
made
certain
sacrifices
,
and
last
week
the
transition
came
.
The
sacrifice
was
--
received
and
enjoyed
!
"
Rogers
actually
licked
his
lips
,
while
Jones
held
himself
uneasily
rigid
.
The
showman
paused
and
rose
,
crossing
the
room
to
the
piece
of
burlap
at
which
he
had
glanced
so
often
.
Bending
down
,
he
took
hold
of
one
corner
as
he
spoke
again
.
"
You
've
laughed
enough
at
my
work
--
now
it
's
time
for
you
to
get
some
facts
.
Orabona
tells
me
you
heard
a
dog
screaming
around
here
this
afternoon
.
Do
you
know
what
that
meant
?
"
Jones
started
.
For
all
his
curiosity
he
would
have
been
glad
to
get
out
without
further
light
on
the
point
which
had
so
puzzled
him
.
But
Rogers
was
inexorable
,
and
began
to
lift
the
square
of
burlap
.
Beneath
it
lay
a
crushed
,
almost
shapeless
mass
which
Jones
was
slow
to
classify
.
Was
it
a
once-living
thing
which
some
agency
had
flattened
,
sucked
dry
of
blood
,
punctured
in
a
thousand
places
,
and
wrung
into
a
limp
,
broken-boned
heap
of
grotesqueness
?
After
a
moment
Jones
realised
what
it
must
be
.
It
was
what
was
left
of
a
dog
--
a
dog
,
perhaps
of
considerable
size
and
whitish
colour
.
Its
breed
was
past
recognition
,
for
distortion
had
come
in
nameless
and
hideous
ways
.
Most
of
the
hair
was
burned
off
as
by
some
pungent
acid
,
and
the
exposed
,
bloodless
skin
was
riddled
by
innumerable
circular
wounds
or
incisions
.
The
form
of
torture
necessary
to
cause
such
results
was
past
imagining.Electrified
with
a
pure
loathing
which
conquered
his
mounting
disgust
,
Jones
sprang
up
with
a
cry
.
"
You
damned
sadist
--
you
madman
--
you
do
a
thing
like
this
and
dare
to
speak
to
a
decent
man
!
"
Rogers
dropped
the
burlap
with
a
malignant
sneer
and
faced
his
oncoming
guest
.
His
words
held
an
unnatural
calm
.
"
Why
,
you
fool
,
do
you
think
I
did
this
?
Let
us
admit
that
the
results
are
unbeautiful
from
our
limited
human
standpoint
.
What
of
it
?
It
is
not
human
and
does
not
pretend
to
be
.
To
sacrifice
is
merely
to
offer
.
I
gave
the
dog
to
It
.
What
happened
is
Its
work
,
not
mine
.
It
needed
the
nourishment
of
the
offering
,
and
took
it
in
Its
own
way
.
But
let
me
shew
you
what
It
looks
like
.
"
As
Jones
stood
hesitating
,
the
speaker
returned
to
his
desk
and
took
up
the
photograph
he
had
laid
face
down
without
shewing
.
Now
he
extended
it
with
a
curious
look
.
Jones
took
it
and
glanced
at
it
in
an
almost
mechanical
way
.
After
a
moment
the
visitor
's
glance
became
sharper
and
more
absorbed
,
for
the
utterly
satanic
force
of
the
object
depicted
had
an
almost
hypnotic
effect
.
Certainly
,
Rogers
had
outdone
himself
in
modelling
the
eldritch
nightmare
which
the
camera
had
caught
.
The
thing
was
a
work
of
sheer
,
infernal
genius
,
and
Jones
wondered
how
the
public
would
react
when
it
was
placed
on
exhibition
.
So
hideous
a
thing
had
no
right
to
exist
--
probably
the
mere
contemplation
of
it
,
after
it
was
done
,
had
completed
the
unhinging
of
its
maker
's
mind
and
led
him
to
worship
it
with
brutal
sacrifices
.
Only
a
stout
sanity
could
resist
the
insidious
suggestion
that
the
blasphemy
was
--
or
had
once
been
--
some
morbid
and
exotic
form
of
actual
life.The
thing
in
the
picture
squatted
or
was
balanced
on
what
appeared
to
be
a
clever
reproduction
of
the
monstrously
carved
throne
in
the
other
curious
photograph
.
To
describe
it
with
any
ordinary
vocabulary
would
be
impossible
,
for
nothing
even
roughly
corresponding
to
it
has
ever
come
within
the
imagination
of
sane
mankind
.
It
represented
something
meant
perhaps
to
be
roughly
connected
with
the
vertebrates
of
this
planet
--
though
one
could
not
be
too
sure
of
that
.
Its
bulk
was
Cyclopean
,
for
even
squatted
it
towered
to
almost
twice
the
height
of
Orabona
,
who
was
shewn
beside
it
.
Looking
sharply
,
one
might
trace
its
approximations
toward
the
bodily
features
of
the
higher
vertebrates.There
was
an
almost
globular
torso
,
with
six
long
,
sinuous
limbs
terminating
in
crab-like
claws
.
From
the
upper
end
a
subsidiary
globe
bulged
forward
bubble-like
;
its
triangle
of
three
staring
,
fishy
eyes
,
its
foot-long
and
evidently
flexible
proboscis
,
and
a
distended
lateral
system
analogous
to
gills
,
suggesting
that
it
was
a
head
.
Most
of
the
body
was
covered
with
what
at
first
appeared
to
be
fur
,
but
which
on
closer
examination
proved
to
be
a
dense
growth
of
dark
,
slender
tentacles
or
sucking
filaments
,
each
tipped
with
a
mouth
suggesting
the
head
of
an
asp
.
On
the
head
and
below
the
proboscis
the
tentacles
tended
to
be
longer
and
thicker
,
and
marked
with
spiral
stripes
--
suggesting
the
traditional
serpent-locks
of
Medusa
.
To
say
that
such
a
thing
could
have
an
expression
seems
paradoxical
;
yet
Jones
felt
that
that
triangle
of
bulging
fish-eyes
and
that
obliquely
poised
proboscis
all
bespoke
a
blend
of
hate
,
greed
,
and
sheer
cruelty
incomprehensible
to
mankind
because
mixed
with
other
emotions
not
of
the
world
or
this
solar
system
.
Into
this
bestial
abnormality
,
he
reflected
,
Rogers
must
have
poured
at
once
all
his
malignant
insanity
and
all
his
uncanny
sculptural
genius
.
The
thing
was
incredible
--
and
yet
the
photograph
proved
that
it
existed.Rogers
interrupted
his
reveries
.
"
Well
--
what
do
you
think
of
It
?
Now
do
you
wonder
what
crushed
the
dog
and
sucked
it
dry
with
a
million
mouths
?
It
needed
nourishment
--
and
It
will
need
more
.
It
is
a
god
,
and
I
am
the
first
priest
of
Its
latter-day
hierarchy
.
Iä
!
Shub-Niggurath
!
The
Goat
with
a
Thousand
Young
!
"
Jones
lowered
the
photograph
in
disgust
and
pity
.
"
See
here
,
Rogers
,
this
wo
n't
do
.
There
are
limits
,
you
know
.
It
's
a
great
piece
of
work
,
and
all
that
,
but
it
is
n't
good
for
you
.
Better
not
see
it
any
more
--
let
Orabona
break
it
up
,
and
try
to
forget
about
it
.
And
let
me
tear
this
beastly
picture
up
,
too
.
"
With
a
snarl
,
Rogers
snatched
the
photograph
and
returned
it
to
the
desk
.
"
Idiot
--
you
--
and
you
still
think
It
's
all
a
fraud
!
You
still
think
I
made
It
,
and
you
still
think
my
figures
are
nothing
but
lifeless
wax
!
Why
,
damn
you
,
you
're
a
worse
clod
than
a
wax
image
yourself
!
But
I
've
got
proof
this
time
,
and
you
're
going
to
know
!
Not
just
now
,
for
It
is
resting
after
the
sacrifice
--
but
later
.
Oh
,
yes
--
you
will
not
doubt
the
power
of
It
then
.
"
As
Rogers
glanced
toward
the
padlocked
inner
door
Jones
retrieved
his
hat
and
stick
from
a
nearby
bench
.
"
Very
well
,
Rogers
,
let
it
be
later
.
I
must
be
going
now
,
but
I
'll
call
around
tomorrow
afternoon
.
Think
my
advice
over
and
see
if
it
does
n't
sound
sensible
.
Ask
Orabona
what
he
thinks
,
too
.
"
Rogers
actually
bared
his
teeth
in
wild-beast
fashion
.
"
Must
be
going
now
,
eh
?
Afraid
,
after
all
!
Afraid
,
for
all
your
bold
talk
!
You
say
the
effigies
are
only
wax
,
and
yet
you
run
away
when
I
begin
to
prove
that
they
are
n't
.
You
're
like
the
fellows
who
take
my
standing
bet
that
they
dare
n't
spend
the
night
in
the
museum
--
they
come
boldly
enough
,
but
after
an
hour
they
shriek
and
hammer
to
get
out
!
Want
me
to
ask
Orabona
,
eh
?
You
two
--
always
against
me
!
You
want
to
break
down
the
coming
earthly
reign
of
It
!
"
Jones
preserved
his
calm
.
"
No
,
Rogers
--
there
's
nobody
against
you
.
And
I
'm
not
afraid
of
your
figures
,
either
,
much
as
I
admire
your
skill
.
But
we
're
both
a
bit
nervous
tonight
,
and
I
fancy
some
rest
will
do
us
good
.
"
Again
Rogers
checked
his
guest
's
departure
.
"
Not
afraid
,
eh
?
--
then
why
are
you
so
anxious
to
go
?
Look
here
--
do
you
or
do
n't
you
dare
to
stay
alone
here
in
the
dark
?
What
's
your
hurry
if
you
do
n't
believe
in
It
?
"
Some
new
idea
seemed
to
have
struck
Rogers
,
and
Jones
eyed
him
closely
.
"
Why
,
I
've
no
special
hurry
--
but
what
would
be
gained
by
my
staying
here
alone
?
What
would
it
prove
?
My
only
objection
is
that
it
is
n't
very
comfortable
for
sleeping
.
What
good
would
it
do
either
of
us
?
"
This
time
it
was
Jones
who
was
struck
with
an
idea
.
He
continued
in
a
tone
of
conciliation
.
"
See
here
,
Rogers
--
I
've
just
asked
you
what
it
would
prove
if
I
stayed
,
when
we
both
know
.
It
would
prove
that
your
effigies
are
just
effigies
,
and
that
you
ought
n't
to
let
your
imagination
go
the
way
it
's
been
going
lately
.
Suppose
I
do
stay
.
If
I
stick
it
out
till
morning
,
will
you
agree
to
take
a
new
view
of
things
--
go
on
a
vacation
for
three
months
or
so
and
let
Orabona
destroy
that
new
thing
of
yours
?
Come
,
now
--
is
n't
that
fair
?
"
The
expression
on
the
showman
's
face
was
hard
to
read
.
It
was
obvious
that
he
was
thinking
quickly
,
and
that
of
sundry
conflicting
emotions
,
malign
triumph
was
getting
the
upper
hand
.
His
voice
held
a
choking
quality
as
he
replied
.
"
Fair
enough
!
If
you
do
stick
it
out
,
I
'll
take
your
advice
.
But
stick
you
must
.
We
'll
go
out
for
dinner
and
come
back
.
I
'll
lock
you
in
the
display
room
and
go
home
.
In
the
morning
I
'll
come
down
ahead
of
Orabona
--
he
comes
half
an
hour
before
the
rest
--
and
see
how
you
are
.
But
do
n't
try
it
unless
you
are
very
sure
of
your
scepticism
.
Others
have
backed
out
--
you
have
that
chance
.
And
I
suppose
a
pounding
on
the
outer
door
would
always
bring
a
constable
.
You
may
not
like
it
so
well
after
a
while
--
you
'll
be
in
the
same
building
,
though
not
in
the
same
room
with
It
.
"
As
they
left
the
rear
door
into
the
dingy
courtyard
,
Rogers
took
with
him
the
piece
of
burlap
--
weighted
with
a
gruesome
burden
.
Near
the
centre
of
the
court
was
a
manhole
,
whose
cover
the
showman
lifted
quietly
,
and
with
a
shuddersome
suggestion
of
familiarity
.
Burlap
and
all
,
the
burden
went
down
to
the
oblivion
of
a
cloacal
labyrinth
.
Jones
shuddered
,
and
almost
shrank
from
the
gaunt
figure
at
his
side
as
they
emerged
into
the
street.By
unspoken
mutual
consent
,
they
did
not
dine
together
,
but
agreed
to
meet
in
front
of
the
museum
at
eleven.Jones
hailed
a
cab
,
and
breathed
more
freely
when
he
had
crossed
Waterloo
Bridge
and
was
approaching
the
brilliantly
lighted
Strand
.
He
dined
at
a
quiet
café
,
and
subsequently
went
to
his
home
in
Portland
Place
to
bathe
and
get
a
few
things
.
Idly
he
wondered
what
Rogers
was
doing
.
He
had
heard
that
the
man
had
a
vast
,
dismal
house
in
the
Walworth
Road
,
full
of
obscure
and
forbidden
books
,
occult
paraphernalia
,
and
wax
images
which
he
did
not
choose
to
place
on
exhibition
.
Orabona
,
he
understood
,
lived
in
separate
quarters
in
the
same
house
