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“
Yes
!
”
“
And
the
letter
?
”
“
Yes
!
”
I
looked
at
Captain
Len
Guy
.
Like
certain
monomaniacs
he
had
come
to
believe
in
his
own
inventions
.
I
was
on
the
point
of
saying
to
him
,
“
Show
me
that
letter
,
”
but
I
thought
better
of
it
.
Was
he
not
capable
of
having
written
the
letter
himself
?
And
then
I
answered
,
—
“
It
is
much
to
be
regretted
,
captain
,
that
you
were
unable
to
come
across
Dirk
Peters
at
Vandalia
!
He
would
at
least
have
informed
you
under
what
conditions
he
and
Arthur
Pym
returned
from
so
far
.
Recollect
,
now
,
in
the
last
chapter
but
one
they
are
both
there
.
Their
boat
is
in
front
of
the
thick
curtain
of
white
mist
;
it
dashes
into
the
gulf
of
the
cataract
just
at
the
moment
when
a
veiled
human
form
rises
.
Then
there
is
nothing
more
;
nothing
but
two
blank
lines
—
”
“
Decidedly
,
sir
,
it
is
much
to
be
regretted
that
I
could
not
lay
my
hand
on
Dirk
Peters
!
It
would
have
been
interesting
to
learn
what
was
the
outcome
of
these
adventures
.
But
,
to
my
mind
,
it
would
have
been
still
more
interesting
to
have
ascertained
the
fate
of
the
others
.
”
“
The
others
?
”
I
exclaimed
almost
involuntarily
.
“
Of
whom
do
you
speak
?
”
“
Of
the
captain
and
crew
of
the
English
schooner
which
picked
up
Arthur
Pym
and
Dirk
Peters
after
the
frightful
shipwreck
of
the
Grampus
,
and
brought
them
across
the
Polar
Sea
to
Tsalal
Island
—
”
“
Captain
,
”
said
I
,
just
as
though
I
entertained
no
doubt
of
the
authenticity
of
Edgar
Poe
’
s
romance
,
“
is
it
not
the
case
that
all
these
men
perished
,
some
in
the
attack
on
the
schooner
,
the
others
by
the
infernal
device
of
the
natives
of
Tsalal
?
”
