Police!!! Part 33
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"What!"
He rubbed his hands gleefully.
"He's in love with Wilna. You and he won't get on. It is going to be very stimulating for me--I can see that! You and he are going to behave most disagreeably to each other. And I shall be exceedingly unpleasant to you both! Come, Smith, promise me that you'll stay!"
Profoundly worried, I stood staring at him in the moonlight, gnawing my mustache.
"Very well," I said, "I'll remain if--"
Something checked me, I did not quite know what for a moment. Blythe, too, was staring at me in an odd, apprehensive way. Suddenly I realised that under my feet the ground was stirring.
"Look out!" I cried; but speech froze on my lips as beneath me the solid earth began to rock and crack and billow up into a high, crumbling ridge, moving continually, as the sod cracks, heaves up, and crumbles above the subterranean progress of a mole.
Up into the air we were slowly pushed on the ever-growing ridge; and with us were carried rocks and bushes and sod, and even forest trees.
I could hear their tap-roots part with pistol-like reports; see great pines and hemlocks and oaks moving, slanting, settling, tilting crazily in every direction as they were heaved upward in this gigantic disturbance.
Blythe caught me by the arm; we clutched each other, balancing on the crest of the steadily rising mound.
"W-what is it?" he stammered. "Look! It's circular. The woods are rising in a huge circle. What's happening? Do you know?"
Over me crept a horrible certainty that _something living_ was moving under us through the depths of the earth--something that, as it progressed, was heaping up the surface of the world above its unseen and burrowing course--something dreadful, enormous, sinister, and _alive_!
"Look out!" screamed Blythe; and at the same instant the crumbling summit of the ridge opened under our feet and a fissure hundreds of yards long yawned ahead of us.
And along it, s.h.i.+ning slimily in the moonlight, a vast, viscous, ringed surface was moving, retracting, undulating, elongating, writhing, squirming, shuddering.
"It's a worm!" shrieked Blythe. "Oh, G.o.d! It's a mile long!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "'It's a worm!' shrieked Blythe."]
As in a nightmare we clutched each other, struggling frantically to avoid the fissure; but the soft earth slid and gave way under us, and we fell heavily upon that ghastly, living surface.
Instantly a violent convulsion hurled us upward; we fell on it again, rebounding from the rubbery thing, strove to regain our feet and scramble up the edges of the fissure, strove madly while the mammoth worm slid more rapidly through the rocking forests, carrying us forward with a speed increasing.
Through the forest we tore, reeling about on the slippery back of the thing, as though riding on a plowshare, while trees clashed and tilted and fell from the enormous furrow on every side; then, suddenly out of the woods into the moonlight, far ahead of us we could see the gra.s.sy upland heave up, cake, break, and crumble above the burrowing course of the monster.
"It's making for the crater!" gasped Blythe; and horror spurred us on, and we scrambled and slipped and clawed the billowing sides of the furrow until we gained the heaving top of it.
As one runs in a bad dream, heavily, half-paralyzed, so ran Blythe and I, toiling over the undulating, tumbling upheaval until, half-fainting, we fell and rolled down the s.h.i.+fting slope onto solid and unvexed sod on the very edges of the crater.
Below us we saw, with sickened eyes, the entire circ.u.mference of the crater agitated, saw it rise and fall as avalanches of rock and earth slid into it, tons and thousands of tons rus.h.i.+ng down the slope, blotting from our sight the flickering ring of flame, and extinguis.h.i.+ng the last filmy jet of vapour.
Suddenly the entire crater caved in and filled up under my anguished eyes, quenching for all eternity the vapour wall, the fire, and burying the little denizens of the flames, and perhaps a billion dollars' worth of emeralds under as many billion tons of earth.
Quieter and quieter grew the earth as the gigantic worm bored straight down into depths immeasurable. And at last the moon shone upon a world that lay without a tremor in its milky l.u.s.tre.
"I shall name it _Verma gigantica_," said I, with a hysterical sob; "but n.o.body will ever believe me when I tell this story!"
Still terribly shaken, we turned toward the house. And, as we approached the lamplit veranda, I saw a horse standing there and a young man hastily dismounting.
And then a terrible thing occurred; for, before I could even shriek, Wilna had put both arms around that young man's neck, and both of his arms were clasping her waist.
Blythe was kind to me. He took me around the back way and put me to bed.
And there I lay through the most awful night I ever experienced, listening to the piano below, where Wilna and William Green were singing, "Un Peu d'Amour."
THE EGGS OF THE SILVER MOON
In the new white marble Administration Building at Bronx Park, my private office separated the offices of Dr. Silas Quint and Professor Boomly; and it had been arranged so on purpose, because of the increasingly frequent personal misunderstanding between these two celebrated entomologists.
It was very plain to me that a crisis in this quarrel was rapidly approaching.
A bitter animosity had for some months existed on both sides, born of the most intense professional jealousy. They had been friends for years. No unseemly rivalry disturbed this friends.h.i.+p as long as it was merely a question of collecting, preparing, and mounting for exhibition the vast numbers of b.u.t.terflies and moths which haunt this insectivorous earth.
Even their zeal in the eternal hunt for new and undescribed species had not made them enemies.
I am afraid that my suggestion for the construction of a great gla.s.s flying-cage for _living_ specimens of moths and b.u.t.terflies started the trouble between these hitherto G.o.dly and middle-aged men. That, and the Carnegie Educational Medal were the causes which began this deplorable affair.
Various field collectors, employed by both Quint and Boomly, were always out all over the world foraging for specimens; also, they were constantly returning with spoils from every quarter of the globe.
Now, to secure rare and beautiful living specimens of b.u.t.terflies and moths for the crystal flying-cage was a serious and delicate job. Such tropical insects could not survive the journey of several months from the wilds of Australia, India, Asia, Africa, or the jungles of South America--nor could semi-tropical species endure the captivity of a few weeks or even days, when captured in the West Indies, Mexico, or Florida.
Only our duller-coloured, smaller, and hardier native species tolerated capture and exhibition.
Therefore, the mode of procedure which I suggested was for our field expeditions to obtain males and females of the same species of b.u.t.terfly or moth, mate them, and, as soon as any female deposited her eggs, place the tiny pearl-like eggs in cold storage to r.e.t.a.r.d their hatching, which normally occurs, in the majority of species, within ten days or two weeks.
This now was the usual mode of procedure followed by the field collectors employed by Dr. Quint and Professor Boomly. And not only were the eggs of various b.u.t.terflies and moths so packed for transportation, but a sufficient store of their various native food-plants was also preserved, where such food-plants could not be procured in the United States. So when the eggs arrived at Bronx Park, and were hatched there in due time, the young caterpillars had plenty of nourishment ready for them in cold storage.
Might I not, legitimately, have expected the Carnegie Educational Medal for all this? I have never received it. I say this without indignation--even without sorrow. I merely make the statement.
Yet, my system was really a very beautiful system; a tiny batch of eggs would arrive from Ceylon, or Sumatra, or Africa; when taken from cold storage and placed in the herbarium they would presently hatch; the caterpillars were fed with their accustomed food-plant--a few leaves being taken from cold storage every day for them--they would pa.s.s through their three or four moulting periods, cease feeding in due time, transform into the chrysalis stage, and finally appear in all the splendour and magnificence of b.u.t.terfly or moth.
The great gla.s.s flying-cage was now alive with superb moths and b.u.t.terflies, flitting, darting, fluttering among the flowering bushes or feeding along the sandy banks of the brook which flowed through the flying-cage, bordered by thickets of scented flowers. And it was like looking at a meteoric shower of winged jewels, where the huge metallic-blue _Morphos_ from South America flapped and sailed, and the orange and gold and green _Ornithoptera_ from Borneo pursued their majestic, bird-like flight--where big, glittering _Papilios_ flashed through the bushes or alighted nervously to feed for a few moments on jasmine and phlox, and where the slowly flopping _Heliconians_ winged their way amid the denser tangles of tropical vegetation.
Nothing like this flying-cage had ever before been seen in New York; thousands and thousands of men, women, and children thronged the lawn about the flying-cage all day long.
By night, also, the effect was wonderful; the electric lights among the foliage broke out; the great downy-winged moths, which had been asleep all day while the b.u.t.terflies flitted through the suns.h.i.+ne, now came out to display their crimson or peac.o.c.k-spotted wings, and the b.u.t.terflies folded their wings and went to bed for the night.
The public was enchanted, the authorities of the Bronx proud and delighted; all apparently was happiness and harmony. Except that n.o.body offered me the Carnegie medal.
I was sitting one morning in my office, which, as I have said, separated the offices of Dr. Quint and Professor Boomly, when there came a loud rapping on my door, and, at my invitation, Dr. Quint bustled in--a little, meagre, excitable, near-sighted man with pointed mustaches and a fleck of an imperial smudging his lower lip.
"Last week," he began angrily, "young Jones arrived from Singapore bringing me the eggs of _Erebia astarte_, the great Silver Moon b.u.t.terfly. Attempts to destroy them have been made. Last night I left them in a breeding-cage on my desk. Has anybody been in there?"
"I don't know," I said. "What has happened?"
"I found an ichneumon fly in the cage yesterday!" he shouted; "and this morning the eggs have either shrunk to half their size or else the eggs of another species have been secretly subst.i.tuted for them and the Silver Moon eggs stolen! Has _he_ been in there?"
Police!!! Part 33
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