The Whisperer in Darkness Page #3

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reception with Fort at the Faculty Club.

Excuse me, professor?

Yes?

Hi, I was wondering if I

might have a moment of your time.

I'd be glad to, but just now...

My name is George Akeley. My father,

Henry Akeley, he's been writing to you.

Yes, yes, I've exchanged

several letters with yourfather.

He's a very bright fellow. His are some of

the most vivid letters I get from Vermont.

He sent me here to see you. In person. I have...

I'm afraid I have an engagement, I'm expected...

My father needs your help!

Yes, so he said. He said the hill

creatures are all around your farm.

Yes. They are. And now everyone in the region

thinks he's a lunatic thanks to

your letters to the newspapers.

Well now, George, your father's

clearly a sensible and educated man

and I have tremendous respect for him,

but that doesn't mean I believe

every letter that comes to my desk...

You mean you don't want to believe!

I think Mr. Fort was right about you.

Look, it's my job to study old legends,

not to believe in them!

Wilmarth, everyone's waiting...

Is there a problem here?

No. Mr. Akeley here was just

attempting to continue tonight's debate.

I'll be right there, Professor Ward.

Good night.

I have photos.

Photos?

My father made me promise to

show them to you. He also...

Let's see them.

No, not here.

You have them with you now?

We should get inside. Come with us.

What is this, coffin varnish?

Where's Wilmarth? You don't think he's

going to skip out on this blow, do you?

He will if he's smart.

He wasn't that bad...

Well, I suppose I should get back in there.

After all, I am the host of this soire.

Ah, Albert! There he is!

Albert, a good effort back there.

Thank you, Lowell.

I suppose I have you to thank for this,

Charlie. How have you been?

I'm swell! Off to Peru next month,

surveying some new ruins.

Say, you should come along!

Oh, I don't know...

Yes, yes! We need to get

you up in my aeroplane again.

I didn't quite get the hang of it last time.

I think my shoulder's still sore.

Nonsense! Sure, your landing was a bit rocky

but once you were up in the

air you were fine, just fine!

Besides, I don't know if a fellow

could crash any worse than you did tonight!

And who's our young friend?

Yes, this is George Akeley.

Professor Jordan Lowell, astronomy.

He's... from Vermont.

Really? Wild country up there.

Mr. Akeley here has something

to share with us. All of us.

You don't say.

What is it?

Photographs.

Of the...

Well, let's see them.

In the study. Fort should see them too.

Good luck prying him away from Dean Hayes.

Don't you worry about that.

I'll take care of him. Gentlemen...

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