Journey to the Center of the Earth Page #3

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Center of the earth?

Sneffels

Yocul?

That's an extinct volcano

in Iceland.

According to this, it

must lead to an unknown region.

But this is

sheer fantasy.

You haven't heard

all of it.

There's a postscriptum.

"At sunrise on

the last day of May,

the mountain Scartaris

will point the path."

What do you say now?

I'm more mystified

than ever.

Scartaris?

Scartaris is a mountain

peak near the volcano.

This is

a student's hoax.

Wait a second,

rector.

Let's not take

that tone.

Let's assume

it's authentic.

Isn't the correct

procedure

to submit a paper

to the university officially?

You must consult

other experts.

This needs

verification.

Here is my paper.

I've written to

the foremost authority in Europe.

The Royal

Geological Society?

More eminent still.

Professor Goetaborg

of Stockholm.

Oh? And what

does he say?

I haven't

received his reply.

I've written

to him twice!

Well, then, I suggest

we relax on the matter

until your famous correspondent

sees fit to answer you.

Meanwhile, we could do

with some tea.

I know you two

think I'm daft.

Think whatever

you want.

Jenny, tea!

When did you

get here?

Just this moment,

Sir Oliver.

Look.

It's

from Stockholm.

He's got his letter

from Stockholm.

Did you see the shine

in his eyes?

There'll never

be a better moment.

Ill tell him about

our feelings for each other.

He'll say yes

almost inadvertently.

What if he says no

advertently?

You'll see how firm

my voice can be

when I speak

of you.

Blast

and damnation!

That devil!

Blast it!

What is it?

Don't keep us

in the dark.

Bad news,

sir?

I am stricken.

The University of Stockholm

informs me

that Professor Goetaborg

has vanished from Sweden.

His disappearance

follows closely the date

when my communication

must have reached him...

with all my material.

He evidently didn't think it

important enough to answer.

Or too important.

McEwen, find out when

the next ship leaves for Iceland.

I will not be beaten

to my goal.

What is your goal?

You heard

Saknussemm's message.

Oliver, you're

seriously ill.

I am

seriously well.

Don't wait.

I said hurry.

I must

start packing.

To go where?

To Iceland,

to begin with.

And then?

Where Arne Saknussemm went.

Oliver!

I can't wait while

that scoundrel named Goetaborg

exploits what I

foolishly gave him.

Don't you see

what's at stake?

The ultimate aim

of all science...

to penetrate

the unknown.

We know less

about our earth

than about the stars

and outer space.

The greatest mystery

is right here under our feet.

And now, if you'll

excuse me, gentlemen.

I must speak

with you.

I have no time

for words.

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