The Metal Monster
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 whishyness. 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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