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its day. He did not succeed, and motioned to me to come to his assistance. Finally our combined strength loosened the stone, which we raised and tipped to one side.

The removal of the slab revealed a black aperture, from which rushed an effluence of miasmal gases so nauseous that we started back in horror. After an interval, however, we approached the pit again, and found the exhalations less unbearable. Our lanterns disclosed the top of a flight of stone steps, dripping with some detestable ichor of the inner earth, and bordered by moist walls encrusted with niter. And now for the first time my memory records verbal discourse, Warren addressing me at length in his mellow tenor voice; a voice singularly unperturbed by our awesome surroundings.

ā€œIā€™m sorry to have to ask you to stay on the surface,ā€ he said, ā€œbut it would be a crime to let anyone with your frail nerves go down there. You canā€™t imagine, even from what you have read and from what Iā€™ve told you, the things I shall have to see and do. Itā€™s fiendish work, Carter, and I doubt if any man without ironclad sensibilities could ever see it through and come up alive and sane. I donā€™t wish to offend you, and heaven knows Iā€™d be glad enough to have you with me; but the responsibility is in a certain sense mine, and I couldnā€™t drag a bundle of nerves like you down to probable death or madness. I tell you, you canā€™t imagine what the thing is really like! But I promise to keep you informed over the telephone of every moveā ā€”you see Iā€™ve enough wire here to reach to the center of the earth and back!ā€

I can still hear, in memory, those coolly spoken words; and I can still remember my remonstrances. I seemed desperately anxious to accompany my friend into those sepulchral depths, yet he proved inflexibly obdurate. At one time he threatened to abandon the expedition if I remained insistent; a threat which proved effective, since he alone held the key to the thing. All this I can still remember, though I no longer know what manner of thing we sought. After he had secured my reluctant acquiescence in his design, Warren picked up the reel of wire and adjusted the instruments. At his nod I took one of the latter and seated myself upon an aged, discolored gravestone close by the newly uncovered aperture. Then he shook my hand, shouldered the coil of wire, and disappeared within that indescribable ossuary. For a moment I kept sight of the glow of his lantern, and heard the rustle of the wire as he laid it down after him; but the glow soon disappeared abruptly, as if a turn in the stone staircase had been encountered, and the sound died away almost as quickly. I was alone, yet bound to the unknown depths by those magic strands whose insulated surface lay green beneath the struggling beams of that waning crescent moon.

In the lone silence of that hoary and deserted city of the dead, my mind conceived the most ghastly fantasies and illusions; and the grotesque shrines and monoliths seemed to assume a hideous personalityā ā€”a half-sentience. Amorphous shadows seemed to lurk in the darker recesses of the weed-choked hollow and to flit as in some blasphemous ceremonial procession past the portals of the mouldering tombs in the hillside; shadows which could not have been cast by that pallid, peering crescent moon.

I constantly consulted my watch by the light of my electric lantern, and listened with feverish anxiety at the receiver of the telephone; but for more than a quarter of an hour heard nothing. Then a faint clicking came from the instrument, and I called down to my friend in a tense voice. Apprehensive as I was, I was nevertheless unprepared for the words which came up from that uncanny vault in accents more alarmed and quivering than any I had heard before from Harley Warren. He who had so calmly left me a little while previously, now called from below in a shaky whisper more portentous than the loudest shriek:

ā€œGod! If you could see what I am seeing!ā€

I could not answer. Speechless, I could only wait. Then came the frenzied tones again:

ā€œCarter, itā€™s terribleā ā€”monstrousā ā€”unbelievable!ā€

This time my voice did not fail me, and I poured into the transmitter a flood of excited questions. Terrified, I continued to repeat, ā€œWarren, what is it? What is it?ā€

Once more came the voice of my friend, still hoarse with fear, and now apparently tinged with despair:

ā€œI canā€™t tell you, Carter! Itā€™s too utterly beyond thoughtā ā€”I dare not tell youā ā€”no man could know it and liveā ā€”Great God! I never dreamed of this!ā€

Stillness again, save for my now incoherent torrent of shuddering inquiry. Then the voice of Warren in a pitch of wilder consternation:

ā€œCarter! for the love of God, put back the slab and get out of this if you can! Quick!ā ā€”leave everything else and make for the outsideā ā€”itā€™s your only chance! Do as I say, and donā€™t ask me to explain!ā€

I heard, yet was able only to repeat my frantic questions. Around me were the tombs and the darkness and the shadows; below me, some peril beyond the radius of the human imagination. But my friend was in greater danger than I, and through my fear I felt a vague resentment that he should deem me capable of deserting him under such circumstances. More clicking, and after a pause a piteous cry from Warren:

ā€œBeat it! For Godā€™s sake, put back the slab and beat it, Carter!ā€

Something in the boyish slang of my evidently stricken companion unleashed my faculties. I formed and shouted a resolution, ā€œWarren, brace up! Iā€™m coming down!ā€ But at this offer the tone of my auditor changed to a scream of utter despair:

ā€œDonā€™t! You canā€™t understand! Itā€™s too lateā ā€”and my own fault. Put back the slab and runā ā€”thereā€™s nothing else you or anyone can do now!ā€

The tone changed again, this time acquiring a

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