THE MOON METAL. CHAPTER 1. SOUTH POLAR GOLD. When the news came of the discovery of gold at the South Pole, nobody suspected that the beginning had been reached of a new era in the world's history. The newsboys cried extra as they had done a thousand times for murders, battles, fires, and Wall Street panics, but nobody was excited. In fact, the reports at first seemed so exaggerated and improbable that hardly anybody believed a word of them. Who could have been expected to credit a dispatch forwarded by Cable from New Zealand and signed by an unknown name which contained such a statement as this? A seam of gold which can be cut with a knife has been found within ten miles of the South Pole. The discovery of the pole itself had been announced three years before, and several scientific parties were known to be exploring the remarkable continent that surrounds it. But while they had sent home many highly interesting reports, there had been nothing to suggest the possibility of such an amazing discovery as that which was now announced. Accordingly, most sensible people looked upon the New Zealand dispatch as a hoax. But within a week and from a different source flashed another dispatch which more than confirmed the first. It declared that gold existed near the South Pole in practically unlimited quantity. Some geologists said this accounted for the greater depth of the Antarctic ocean. It had always been noticed that the southern hemisphere appeared to be a little over-weighted. People now began to prick up their ears and many letters of inquiry appeared in the newspapers concerning the wonderful tidings from the South. Some asked for information about the shortest route to the new gold fields. In a little while several additional reports came, some via New Zealand, others via South America, and all confirming in every respect what had been sent before. Then a New York newspaper sent a swift steamer to the Antarctic, and when this enterprising journal published a four-page cable describing the discoveries in detail, all doubt vanished and the rush began. Sometime I may undertake a description of the wild scenes that occurred when, at last, the inhabitants of the northern hemisphere were convinced that boundless stores of gold existed in the unclaimed and uninhabited wastes surrounding the South Pole. But at present I have something more wonderful to relate. Let me briefly depict the situation. For many years, silver had been absent from the coinage of the world. Its increasing abundance rendered it unsuitable for money, especially when contrasted with gold. The silver craze, which had raged in the closing decade of the nineteenth century, was already a forgotten incident of financial history. The gold standard had become universal, and business all over the world had adjusted itself to that condition. The wheels of industry ran smoothly, and there seemed to be no possibility of any disturbance or interruption. The common monetary system prevailing in every land fostered trade and facilitated the exchange of products. Travelers never had to bother their heads about the currency of money. Any coin that passed in New York would pass for its face value in London, Paris, in Rome, Madrid, St. Petersburg, Constantinople, Cairo, Khartoum, Jerusalem, Peking, or Yedo. It was indeed the golden age, and the world had never been so free from financial storms. Upon this peaceful scene, the South Polar gold discoveries burst like an unheralded tempest. I happened to be in the company of a famous bank president when the confirmation of those discoveries suddenly filled the streets with yelling newsboys. Get me one of those extras, he said, and an office boy ran out to obey him. As he perused the sheet his face darkened. I'm afraid it's too true, he said at length. Yes, there seems to be no getting around it. Gold is going to be as plentiful as iron. If there were not such a flood of it, we might manage. But when they begin to make trouser buttons out of the same metal that is now locked and guarded in steel vaults, where will be our standard of worth? My dear fellow, he continued, impulsively laying his hand on my arm. I would as willingly face the end of the world as this that's coming. You think it's so bad, then? I asked. But most people will not agree with you. They will regard it as very good news. How can it be good? He burst out. What have we got to take the place of gold? Can we go back to the age of barter? Can we substitute cattle pens and wheat bins for the strong boxes of the Treasury? When commerce exists with no common measure of exchange? It does indeed look serious, I assented. Serious? I tell you it is the deluge! Thereat he clapped on his hat and hurried across the street to the office of another celebrated banker. His premonitions of disaster turned out to be but too well grounded. The deposits of gold at the South Pole were richer than the wildest reports had represented them. The shipments of the precious metal to America and Europe soon became enormous, so enormous that the metal was no longer precious. The price of gold dropped like a falling stone, with accelerated velocity, and within a year every money center in the world had been swept by a panic. Gold was more common than iron. Every government was compelled to demonetize it, for when once gold had fallen into contempt it was less valuable in the eyes of the public than stamped paper. For once the world had thoroughly learned the lesson that too much of a good thing is worse than none of it. Then somebody found a new use for gold by inventing a process by which it could be hardened and tempered, assuming a wonderful toughness and elasticity without losing its non-corrosive property, and in this form it rapidly took the place of steel. In the meantime every effort was made to bolster up credit. Endless were the attempts to find a substitute for gold. The chemists sought it in their laboratories and the mineralogists in the mountains and deserts. Platinum might have served, but it too had become a drug in the market through the discovery of immense deposits. Out of the twenty odd elements which had been rarer and more valuable than gold, such as uranium, gallium, etc., not one was found to answer the purpose. In short, it was evident that since both gold and silver had become too abundant to serve any longer for a money standard, the planet held no metal suitable to take their place. The entire monetary system of the world must be readjusted, but in the readjustment it was certain to fall to pieces. In fact, it had already fallen to pieces. The only recourse was to paper money, but whether this was based upon agriculture or mining or manufacture, it gave varying standards, not only among the different nations but in successive years in the same country. Exports and imports practically ceased. Credit was discredited, commerce perished, and the world at a bound seemed to have gone back financially and industrially to the dark ages. One final effort was made. A great financial congress was assembled at New York. Representatives of all the nations took part in it. The ableist financiers of Europe and America united the efforts of their genius and the results of their experience to solve the great problem. The various governments all solemnly stipulated to abide by the decision of the congress. But after spending months in hard but fruitless labor, that body was no nearer the end of its undertaking than when it first assembled. The entire world awaited its decision with bated breath, and yet the decision was not formed. At this paralyzing crisis a most unexpected event suddenly opened the way. End of chapter one. This recording is in the public domain. The Moon Medal. Chapter two. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Moon Medal by Garrett P. Service. Read by Betsy Bush in Marquette, Michigan, June 2007. Chapter two. The Magician of Science. An attendant entered the room where the perplexed financiers were in session and presented a peculiar looking card to the President, Mr. Boone. The President took the card in his hand and instantly fell into a brown study. So complete was his absorption that Herr Finster, the celebrated Berlin banker who had been addressing the Chair for the last two hours from the opposite end of the long table, got confused, entirely lost track of his verb, and suddenly dropped into his seat, very red in the face, and wearing a most injured expression. But President Boone paid no attention except to the singular card, which he continued to turn over and over, balancing it on his fingers and holding it now at arm's length and then near his nose, with one eye squinted as if he were trying to look through a hole in the card. At length this odd conduct of the presiding officer drew all eyes upon the card, and then everybody shared the interest of Mr. Boone. In shape and size the card was not extraordinary, but it was composed of metal. What metal? That question had immediately arisen in Mr. Boone's mind when the card came into his hand, and now it exercised the wits of all the others. Plainly it was not tin, brass, copper, bronze, silver, aluminum, although its lightness might have suggested that metal, nor even base gold. The President, although a skilled metallurgist, confessed his inability to say what it was. So intent had he become in examining the curious bit of metal that he forgot it was a visitor's card of introduction, and did not even look for the name which it presumably bore. As he held the card up to get a better light upon it, a stray sunbeam from the window fell across the metal and instantly it bloomed with exquisite colors. The President's chair, being in the darker end of the room, the radiant cards suffused the atmosphere about him with a faint rose tint, playing with surprising liveliness into alternate canary color and violet. The effect upon the company of clear-headed financiers was extremely remarkable. The unknown metal appeared to exercise a kind of mesmeric influence. Its soft hues blending together in a chromatic harmony which captivated the sense of vision, as the ears are charmed by a perfectly rendered song, gradually all gathered in an eager group around the President's chair. What can it be? was repeated from lip to lip. Did you ever see anything like it? Missed Mr. Boone for the twentieth time. None of them had ever seen the like of it. A spell fell upon the assemblage. For five minutes no one spoke, while Mr. Boone continued to chase the flickering sunbeam with the wonderful card. Suddenly the silence was broken by a voice which had a touch of awe in it. It must be the metal. The speaker was an English financier, First Lord of the Treasury, Honourable James Hampton Jones, K. C. B. Immediately everybody echoed his remark, and the strain being thus relieved, the spell dropped from them, and several laughed loudly over their momentary aberration. President Boone recollected himself, and colouring slightly placed the card flat on the table, in order more clearly to see the name. In plain red letters it stood forth with such surprising distinctness that Mr. Boone wondered why he had so long overlooked it. Dr. Max Six. Tell the gentleman to come in, said the President, and thereupon the attendant threw open the door. The owner of the mysterious card fixed every eye as he entered. He was several inches more than six feet in height. His complexion was very dark, his eyes were intensely black, bright, and deep set. His eyebrows were bushy and up curled at the ends. Disable hair was close trimmed, and his ears were narrow, pointed at the top, and prominent.  He smiled as he stepped confidently forward with a courtly bow, but it was a very disconcerting smile, because it more than half resembled a sneer. This uncommon person did not wait to be addressed.  The metal exclaimed everybody in a breath, and with a unanimity and excitement which would have astonished them if they had been spectators instead of actors of the scene, the tall stranger bowed and smiled again. Just so, he said, what do you think of it? It is beautiful. Again, the reply came from every mouth simultaneously, and again, if the speakers could have been listeners, they would have wondered not only at their earnestness, but at their words, for why should they instantly and unanimously pronounce that beautiful which they had not even seen? But every man knew he had seen it, for instinctively their minds reverted to the card and recognized in it the metal referred to. The mesmeric spell seemed once more to fall upon the assemblage. For the financiers noticed nothing remarkable in the next act of the stranger, which was to take a chair, uninvited at the table, and the moment he sat down he became the presiding officer as naturally as if he had just been elected to that post. They all waited for him to speak, and when he opened his mouth they listened with breathless attention. His words were of the best English, but there was some peculiarity which they had already noticed, either in his voice or his manner of enunciation, which struck all of the listeners as denoting a foreigner. But none of them could satisfactorily place him. Neither the Americans, the Englishmen, the Germans, the Frenchmen, the Russians, the Austrians, the Italians, the Spaniards, the Turks, the Japanese or the Chinese at the board, could decide to what race or nationality the stranger belonged. This metal, he began, taking the card from Mr. Boone's hand, I have discovered and named. I call it Artemisium. I can produce it in the pure form abundantly enough to replace gold, giving it the same relative value that gold possessed when it was the universal standard. As Dr. Six spoke he snapped the card with his thumbnail and it fluttered with quivering hues like a hummingbird hovering over a flower. He seemed to a way to reply, and President Boone asked, What guarantee can you give that the supply would be adequate and continuous? I will conduct a committee of this Congress to mine in the Rocky Mountains where, in anticipation of the event, I have accumulated enough refined Artemisium to provide every civilized land with an amount of coin equivalent to that which is formally held in gold. I can then satisfy you of my ability to maintain the production. But how do we know that this metal of yours will answer the purpose? Try it, was the laconic reply. There is another difficulty, perused the President. People will not accept a new metal in place of gold unless they are convinced that it possesses equal intrinsic value. They must first become familiar with it, and it must be abundant enough and desirable enough to be used sparingly in the arts just as gold was. I have provided for all that, said the stranger, with one of his disconcerting smiles. I assure you that there will be no trouble with the people. They will be only too eager to get and to use the metal. Let me show you. He stepped to the door and immediately returned with two black attendants bearing a large tray filled with articles shaped from the same metal as that of which the card was composed. The financiers all jumped to their feet with exclamations of surprise and admiration, and gathered around the tray, whose dazzling contents lighted up the corner of the room where it had been placed as if the moon were shining there. There were elegantly formed vases adorned with artistic figures embossed and incised, and glowing with delicate colors which shimmered in tiny waves with the slightest motion of the tray, cups, pins, fingerings, earrings, watchchains, combs, studs, lockets, metals, tableware, models of coins, in brief. Almost every article in the fabrication of which precious metals have been employed was to be seen there in profusion, and all composed of the strange new metal which everybody on the spot declared was far more splendid than gold. Do you think it will answer? asked Dr. Six. We do, was the unanimous reply. All then resumed to their seats at the table, the tray with its magnificent array having been placed in the centre of the board. This display had a remarkable influence, confidence awoke in the breasts of the financiers, the dark clouds that had oppressed them rolled off, and the prospect grew decidedly brighter. What terms do you demand? At length asked Mr. Boone, cheerfully rubbing his hands. I must have military protection for my mine and reducing works, replied Dr. Six. Then I shall ask the return of one percent on the circulating medium, together with the privilege of disposing of a certain amount of the metal to be limited by agreement to the public for use in the arts. Of the proceeds of the sale I will pay ten percent to the government in consideration of its protection. But, exclaimed President Boone, that will make you the richest man who ever lived. Undoubtedly, was the reply. Why, added Mr. Boone, opening his eyes wider as the facts continued to dawn upon him, you will become the financial dictator of the whole world. Undoubtedly, again responded Dr. Six, unmoved. That is what I proposed to become. My discovery entitles me to know less. But remember, I place myself under government inspection and restriction. I should not be allowed to flood the market, even if I were disposed to do so. But my own interest would restrain me. It is to my advantage that artemuseum, once adopted, shall remain stable in value. A shadow of doubt suddenly crossed the President's face. Suppose your secret is discovered, he said. Surely your mine will not remain the only one. If you, in so short a time, have been able to accumulate an immense quantity of the new metal, it must be extremely abundant. Others will discover it, and then where shall we be? While Mr. Boone uttered these words, those who were watching Dr. Six, as the President was not, resembled persons whose startled eyes are fixed upon a wild beast, preparing to spring. As Mr. Boone ceased speaking, he turned towards the visitor, and instantly his lips fell apart and his face paled. Dr. Six had drawn himself up to his full stature, and his features were distorted with that peculiar mocking smile which had now returned with a concentrated expression of mingled self-confidence and disdain. Will you have relief or not? He asked in a dry hard voice. What can you do? I alone possess the secret which can restore industry and commerce. If I reject my offer, do you think a second one will come? President Boone found voice to reply stammeringly. I did not mean to suggest a rejection of the offer. I only wish to inquire if you thought it probable that there would be no repetition of what occurred after gold was found at the South Pole. The earth may be full of my metal, returned Dr. Six, almost fiercely, but so long as I alone possessed the knowledge how to extract it. Is it of any more worth than common dirt? But come, he added, after a pause in softening his manner. I have other schemes. Will you, as representatives of the leading nations, undertake the introduction of Artemisium as a substitute for gold? Or will you not? Can we not have time for deliberation? asked President Boone. Yes, one hour. Within that time I shall return to learn your decision. I have applied to Dr. Six, rising and preparing to depart. I leave these things, pointing to the tray. In your keeping, and significantly, I trust your decision will be a wise one. His curious smile again curved his lips, and shot the ends of his mustache upward. And the influence of that smile remained in the room when he had closed the door behind him. The financiers gazed at one another for several minutes in silence. Then they turned towards the coruscating metal that filled the tray. CHAPTER III The Moon-Metal, by Garrett P. Service, read by Betsy Bush, in Marquette, Michigan, June 2007. CHAPTER III The Grand Teton Mine. Away on the western border of Wyoming, in the all but inaccessible heart of the Rocky Mountains, three mighty brothers, the big Titans, look perpendicularly into the blue eyes of Jenny's Lake, lying at the bottom of the profound depression among the mountains called Jackson's Hole. Bracing against one another for support, these remarkable peaks lift their granite spires from twelve thousand to nearly fourteen thousand feet into the blue dome that arches the crest of the continent. Their sides, and especially those of their chief, the Grand Teton, are streaked with glaciers, which shine like silver trappings when the morning sun comes up above the wilderness of mountains, stretching away eastward from the hole. When the first white men penetrated this wonderful region, and one of them bestowed his wife's name upon Jenny's Lake, they were intimidated by the Grand Teton. It made their flesh creep, accustomed, though they were, to rough scrambling among mountain gorges and on the brows of immense precipices, when they glanced up at the face of the peak where the cliffs fall one below another in a series of breathless descents, and imagined themselves clinging for dear life to those skyy battlements. But when, in eighteen seventy-two, Maesur's Stevenson and Langford finally reached the top of the Grand Teton, the only successful members of a party of nine practice climbers who had started together from the bottom, they found there a little rectangular enclosure made by piling up rocks six or seven feet across and three feet in height, bearing evidences of great age, and indicating that the Red Indians had, for some unknown purpose, resorted to the summit of this tremendous peak long before the white men invaded their mountains. Yet neither the Indians nor the whites ever really conquered the Teton, for above the highest point that they attained rises a granite buttress whose smooth vertical sides seem to them to defy everything but wings. Winding across the sage-covered floor of Jackson's Hole runs the Shoshone, or Snake River, which takes its rise from Jackson's Lake at the northern end of the basin, and then, as if shrinking from the threatening brows of the Teton's whose fall would block its progress, makes a detour of one hundred miles around the buttressed heights of the range before it finds a clear way across Idaho, and so on to the Columbia River in the Pacific Ocean. On a July morning, about a month after the visit of Dr. Max Six to the assembled financiers in New York, a party of twenty horsemen following a mountain trail arrived on the eastern margin of Jackson's Hole, and pausing upon a commanding eminence with exclamations of wonder glanced across the Great Depression where lay the shining coils of the Snake River at the towering forms of the Teton's whose ice-striped cliffs flashed lightnings in the sunshine. Even the impassive broncos that the party rode lifted their heads inquiringly and snorted as if in equine astonishment at the magnificent spectacle. One familiar with the place would have noticed something which, to his mind, would have seemed more surprising than the pageantry of the mountains in their morning sunbath. Curling above one of the wild gorges that cut the lower slopes of the Teton's was a thick black smoke which, when lifted by a passing breeze, obscured the precipices half way to the summit of the peaks. Had the grand Teton become a volcano? Only no hunting or exploring party could make a smoke like that. But a word from the leader of the party of horsemen explained the mystery. There is my mill, and the mine is underneath it. The speaker was Dr. Six, and his companions were members of the Financial Congress. When he quitted their presence in New York with the promise to return within an hour for their reply he had no doubt in his mind what the reply would be. He knew they would accept his proposition, and they did. No time was then lost in communicating with the various governments, and arrangements were quickly perfected, whereby, in case the inspection of Dr. Six's mines and its resources proved satisfactory, America and Europe would unite in adopting the new medal as the basis of their coinage. As soon as this stage in the negotiations was reached, it only remained to send a committee of financiers and metallurgists, in company with Dr. Six, to the Rocky Mountains. They started under the doctor's guidance, completing the last stage of their journey on horseback. And inspection of the records at Washington, Dr. Six continued addressing the horsemen, will show that I have filed a claim covering ten acres of ground around the mouth of my mine. This was done as soon as I had discovered the medal. The filing of the claim and the subsequent proceedings which perfected my ownership attracted no attention, because everybody was thinking of the South Pole and its gold fields. The party gathered closer around Dr. Six and listened to his words with silent attention, while their horses rubbed noses and jingled their gold-mounted trappings. As soon as I had legally protected myself, he continued, I employed a force of men, transported my machinery and material across the mountains, erected my furnaces, and opened the mine. I was safe from intrusion, and even from idle curiosity, for the reason I have just mentioned. In fact, so exclusive was the attention of the new gold fields that I had difficulty in obtaining workmen. And finally I sent to Africa an engaged Negroes, whom I placed in charge of trustworthy foremen. Accordingly, with half a dozen exceptions, you will see only black men in the mine. And with their aid you have mined enough metal to supply the mince of the world? asked President Boone. Exactly so, was the reply, but I no longer employ the large force which I needed at first. How much metal have you on hand? I am aware that you have already answered this question during our preliminary negotiations, but I ask it again for the benefit of some members of our party, who were not present then. I shall show you today, said Dr. Six, with his curious smile. Twenty-five hundred tons of refined artemuseums stacked in rock-cut vaults under the grand Teton. And you have dared to collect such inconceivable wealth in one place? You forget that it is not wealth until the people have learned to value it, and the governments have put their stamp upon it. True, but how did you arrive at the proper moment? Easily, I first ascertained that before the Antarctic discoveries the world contained altogether about sixteen thousand tons of gold, valued at four hundred and fifty thousand dollars per ton, or seven billion two hundred million dollars worth all told. Now, my metal weighs, bulk for bulk, one quarter as much as gold. It might be reckoned at the same intrinsic value per ton, but I have considered it preferable to take advantage of the smaller weight of the new metal which permits us to make coins of the same size as the old ones, but only one quarter as heavy, by giving to artemuseum four times the value per ton that gold had. Thus, only four thousand tons of the new metal are required to supply the place of the sixteen thousand tons of gold. The twenty-five hundred tons which I already have on hand are more than enough for coinage. The rest I can supply as fast as needed. The party did not wait for further explanations. They were eager to see the wonderful mine and the store of treasure. Spurs were applied, and they galloped down the steep trail, forwarded the Snake River, and skirting the shore of Jenny's Lake, soon found themselves gazing up the headlong slopes and dizzy parapets of the grand Teton. Dr. Six led them by a steep ascent to the mouth of a canyon, above one of whose walls stood his mill, and where the champ-champ of a powerful engine saluted their ears. End of Chapter 3 This recording is in the public domain. THE MOON METAL CHAPTER IV This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. THE MOON METAL by Garrett P. Service. Read by Betsy Bush in Marquette, Michigan, June 2007. CHAPTER IV THE WEALTH OF THE WORLD An electric light shot its penetrating rays into a gallery cut through virgin rock and running straight towards the heart of the Teton. The center of the gallery was occupied by a narrow railway, on which a few flat cars propelled by electric power passed to and fro. Black-skinned and silent workmen rode on the cars, both when they came, laden with broken masses of rock from the farther end of the tunnel, and when they returned empty. Suddenly, to an eye situated a little way within the gallery, appeared at the entrance the dark face of Dr. Six, wearing its most discomposing smile, and a moment later the broader countenance of President Boone, loomed in the electric glare beside the Dr. Black framework of eyebrows and mustache. Behind them was grouped the other visiting financiers. This tunnel, said Dr. Six, leads to the mine-head, where the ore-bearing rock is blasted. As he spoke, a hollow roar issued from the depth of a mountain, followed in a short time by a gust of foul air. "'You probably will not care to go in there,' said the doctor, and in fact it is very uncomfortable. "'But we shall follow the next car-load to the smelter, and you can witness the reduction of the ore.' Accordingly, when another car came rumbling out of the tunnel, with its load of cracked rock, they all accompanied it into an adjoining apartment, where it was cast into a metallic chute through which they were informed it reached the furnace. "'While it is melting,' explained Dr. Six, certain elements, the nature of which I must beg to keep secret, are mixed with the ore, causing chemical action which results in the extraction of the metal. "'Now let me show you pure artemisium issuing from the furnace.' He led the visitors through two apartments into a third, one side of which was walled by the front of a furnace. From this projected two or three small spouts, and iridescent streams of molten metal fell from the spouts into earthen receptacles from which the blazing liquid was led, like flowing iron, into a system of moulds, where it was allowed to cool and harden. The financiers looked on wondering, and their astonishment grew when they were conducted into the rock-cut store-rooms beneath, where they saw metallic ingots glowing like gigantic opals in the light which Dr. Six turned on. They were piled and rose along the walls as high as a man could reach. A very brief inspection sufficed to convince the visitors that Dr. Six was able to perform all that he promised. Although they had not penetrated the secret of his process of reducing the ore, yet they had seen the metal flowing from the furnace, and the piles of ingots proved conclusively that he had uttered no vain boast when he said he could give the world a new coinage. But President Boone, being himself a metallurgist, desired to inspect the mysterious ore a little more closely. Possibly he was thinking that if another mine was destined to be discovered, he might as well be the discoverer as anybody. Dr. Six attempted no concealment, but his smile became more than usually scornful as he stopped late in car and invited the visitors to help themselves. I think, he said, that I have struck the only load of this ore in the Teton, or possibly in this part of the world, but I don't know for certain. There may be plenty of it only waiting to be found. That however doesn't trouble me. The great point is that nobody except myself knows how to extract the metal. Mr. Boone closely examined the chunk of rock which he had taken from the car. Then he pulled a lens from his pocket with a deprecatory glance at Dr. Six. Oh, that's all right, said the latter with a laugh, the first that these gentlemen had ever heard from his lips, and it almost made them shudder.  I assure you it is worth your while. Then Dr. Six uttered his freezing laugh, passing into the familiar smile which had now become an undisguised mock. Upon my word, said Mr. Boone, taking his eye from the lens, I see no sign of any metal here. Look at the green specks, cried the doctor, snatching the specimen from the president's hand. That's it, that's Artemisium, but it's of no use unless you can get it out and purify it, which is my secret. For the third time Dr. Six laughed, and his merriment affected the visitors so disagreeably that they showed impatience to be gone. Immediately he changed his manner. Come into my office, he said, with a return to the graciousness which had characterised him ever since the party started from New York. When they were all seated and the doctor had handed round a box of cigars, he resumed the conversation in his most amiable manner. I see, gentlemen, he said, turning a piece of ore in his fingers. Artemisium is like aluminum. It can only be obtained in the metallic form by a special process. While these greenish particles, which you may perhaps mistake for chrysalite, or some similar unicylicate, really contain the precious metal, they are not entirely composed of it. The process by which I separate out the metallic element, while the ore is passing through the furnace, is in truth quite simple, and its very simplicity guards my secret. Make your minds easy as to overproduction. A man is as likely to jump over the moon as to find me out. But he continued, again changing his manner. We have had business enough for one day. Now for a little recreation. While speaking, the doctor pressed a button on his desk, and the room which was illuminated by electric lamps, for there were no windows in the building, suddenly became dark, except part of one wall, where a broad area of light appeared. Dr. Six's voice had become very soothing when Nexty spoke. I am fond of amusing myself with the peculiar form of the magic lantern, which I invented some years ago, and which I have never exhibited except for the entertainment of my friends. The pictures will appear upon the wall, the apparatus being concealed. He had hardly ceased speaking when the illuminated space seemed to melt away, leaving a great opening, through which the spectators looked, as if into another world on the opposite side of the wall. For a minute or two they could not clearly discern what was presented, then gradually the flitting scenes and figures became more distinct until the lifelikeness of the spectacle absorbed their whole attention. Before them passed, in panoramic review, a sunny land, filled with brilliant, huge vegetation, and dotted with villages and cities which were bright with light-colored buildings. People appeared moving through the scenes as in a cinematograph exhibition, but with infinitely more semblance of reality. In fact, the pictures blending one into another seemed to be life itself, yet it was not an earth-like scene. The colors of the passing landscape were such as no man in the room had ever beheld, and the people, tall, round-limbed, with florid complexion, golden hair, and brilliant eyes and lips, were indescribably beautiful and graceful in all their movements. From the land the view passed out to sea, and bright blue waves edged with creaming foam ran swiftly under the spectator's eyes, and occasionally, driven before light winds, appeared flutes of daintily-shaped vessels, which reminded the beholder, by their flashing wings, of the feigned ship of Pearl. After the ferry-ships and breezy sea views came along, curving line of coast, brilliant with coral sands, and indented by frequent bays, along whose enchanting shores lay pleasant towns, the landscapes behind them splendid with groves, meadows, and streams. Presently, the shifting photographic tape, or whatever the mechanism may have been, appeared to have settled upon a chosen scene, and there it rested. A broad champagne reached away to distant sapphire mountains, while the foreground was occupied by a magnificent house, resembling a large country villa, fronted with a garden shaded by bowers and festoons of huge, brilliant flowers. Birds of radiant plumage flitted among the trees and blossoms, and then appeared a company of gaily-attired people, including many young girls, who joined hands and danced in a ring, apparently with shouts of laughter, while a group of musicians standing near thrummed and blew upon curiously-shaped instruments. Suddenly the shadow of a dense cloud flittered across the scene, whereupon the brilliant birds flew away with screams of terror, which almost seemed to reach the ears of the onlookers through the wall. An expression of horror came over the faces of the people. The children broke from their merry circle and ran for protection to their elders. The utmost confusing and welcoming terror were evidenced for a moment. Then the ground split asunder, and the house and the garden, with all their living occupants, were swallowed by an awful chasm which opened just where they had stood. The great rent ran in a widening line across the sunlit landscape until it reached the horizon. When the distant mountains crumbled, clouds poured in from all sides at once, and billows of flame burst through them as they veiled the scene. But in another instant the commotion was over, and the world whose curious spectacles had been enacted as if on the other side of a window seemed to retreat swiftly into space, until at last, emerging from a fleecy cloud, it reappeared in the form of the full moon hanging in the sky, but larger than is its want. With its dry ocean beds, its keen-spired peaks, its ragged mountain ranges, its gaping chasms, its immense crater-rings, and Teco, the chief of them all, shooting ray-like streaks across the scarred face of the abandoned lunar globe. The show was ended, and Dr. Six, turning on only a partial illumination in the room, rose slowly to his feet, his tall form appearing strangely magnified in the gloom, and invited his bewildered guests to accompany him to his house outside the mill, where he said dinner awaited them. As they emerged into daylight, they acted like persons just aroused from an opiate dream. CHAPTER V. WONDERS OF THE NEW METAL. Within a twelve-month after the visit of President Boone and his fellow financiers to the mine of the Grand Teton, a railway had been constructed from Jackson's Hole, connecting with one of the Pacific lines, and the distribution of the new metal was begun. All of Dr. Six's terms had been accepted. United States troops occupied a permanent campment on the upper waters of the Snake River to afford protection, and as the consignments of precious ingots were hurried east and west on guarded trains, the mints all over the world resumed their activity. Once more a common monetary standard prevailed, and commerce revived as if touched by a magic wand. Artemisium quickly won its way in popular favor. Its matchless beauty alone was enough. Not only was it gladly accepted in the form of money, but its success was instantaneous in the arts. Dr. Six and the inspectors representing the various nations found it difficult to limit the output to the agreed-upon amount. The demand was incessant. Goldsmiths and jewelers continually discovered new excellences in the wonderful metal. Its properties of translucence and refraction enabled skillful artists to perform marvels. By suitable management a chain of Artemisium could be made to resemble a string of very colored gems, each separate link having a tint of its own, while as the wearer moved delicate complementary colors chased one another in rapid undulation from end to end. A fresh charm was added by the new metal to the personal adornment of women and an enhanced splendor to the pageants of society. Gold, in its palmiest days, had never enjoyed such a vogue. A crowded reception room or a dinner party where Artemisium abounded possessed an indescribable atmosphere of luxury and richness, refined in quality yet captivating to every sense. Imaginative persons went so far as to aver that the sight and presence of the metal exercised a strangely soothing and dreamy power over the mind, like the influence of moonlight streaming through the treetops on a still balmy night. The public curiosity in regards to the origin of Artemisium was boundless. The various nations published official bulletins in which the general facts, omitting, of course, such incidents as the singular exhibition seen by the visiting financiers on the wall of Dr. Six's office, were detailed to gratify the universal desire for information. President Boone not only submitted the specimens of oar-bearing rock which he had brought from the mine to careful analysis, but also appealed to several of the greatest living chemists and mineralogists to aid him. But they were all equally mystified. The green substance contained in the oar, although differing slightly from ordinary chrysalite, answered all the known tests of that mineral. It was remembered, however, that Dr. Six had said that they would be likely to mistake the substance for chrysalite and the result of their experiments justified his prediction. Evidently the doctor had gone a stone's cast beyond the chemistry of the day, and just as evidently he did not mean to reveal his discovery for the benefit of science, nor for the benefit of any pockets except his own. Notwithstanding the failure of the chemists to extract anything from Dr. Six's oar, the public at large never doubted that the secret would be discovered in good time, and thousands of prospectors flocked to the Teton Mountains in search of the oar, and without much difficulty they found it. Evidently the doctor had been mistaken in thinking that his mine might be the only one. The new miners hurried specimens of the green-speckled rock to the chemical laboratories for experimentation, and meanwhile began to lay up stores of the oar in anticipation of the time when the proper way to extract the metal should be discovered. But alas! that time did not come. The fresh oar proved to be as refractory as that which had been obtained from Dr. Six, but in the midst of the universal disappointment there came a new sensation. One morning the newspapers glared with a dispatch from Grand Teton Station announcing that the metal itself had been discovered by prospectors on the eastern slope of the main peak. It outcrops in many places, ran the dispatch, and many small nuggets have been picked out of crevices in the rocks. The excitement produced by this news was even greater than when gold was discovered at the South Pole. Again a mad rush was made for the Teton's. The heights around Jackson's Hole and the shores of Jackson's and Jenny's Lakes were quickly dotted with camps. And the military force had to be doubled to keep off the curious and occasionally menacing crowds which gathered in the vicinity and seemed bent on unearthing the great secret locked behind the windowless walls of the mill, where the column of black smoke and the roar of the engine served as reminders of the incredible wealth which the sole possessor of that secret was rolling up. This time no mistake had been made. It was a fact that the metal in virgin purity had been discovered to scattered in various places on the ledges of the Grand Teton. In a little while thousands had obtained specimens with their own hands. The quantity was distressingly small, considering the number and the eagerness of the seekers, but that it was genuine Artemisium not even Dr. Six could have denied. He, however, made no attempt to deny it. Yes, he said when questioned, I find that I have been deceived. At first I thought the metal existed only in the form of the green ore, but of late I have come upon veins of pure Artemisium in my mind. I am glad for your sakes, but sorry for my own. Still, it may turn out that there is no great amount of free Artemisium after all. While the doctor talked in this manner, close observers detected a lurking sneer which his acquaintances had not noticed since Artemisium was first adopted as the money basis of the world. The crowd that swarmed upon the mountain quickly exhausted all of the visible supply of the metal. Sometimes they found it in a thin stratum at the bottom of crevices where it could be detached in opalescent plates and leaves of the thickness of paper. These superficial deposits evidently might have been formed from water holding the metal in solution. Occasionally deep cracks contained nuggets and wiry masses which looked as if they had run together when molten. The most promising spots were soon staked out in miners' claims, machinery was procured, stock companies were formed, and borings were begun. The enthusiasm arising from the earlier finds and the flattering surface indications caused everybody to work with feverish haste and energy. And within two months one hundred tunnels were piercing the mountain. For a long time nobody was willing to admit the truth which gradually forced itself upon the attention of the miners. The deeper they went the scarcer became the indications of Artemisium. In fact such deposits as were found were confined to fissures near the surface. But Dr. Six continued to report a surprising increase in the amount of free metal in his mine and this encouraged all who had not exhausted their capital to push on their tunnels in the hope of finally striking a vein. At length, however, the smaller operators gave up in despair until only one heavily capitalized company remained at work. The Moon Medal by Garrett P. Service Chapter Six A Strange Discovery It is my belief that Dr. Max Six is a deceiver. The person who uttered this opinion was a young engineer, Andrew Hall, who had charge of the operations of one of the mining companies which were driving tunnels into the Grand Teton. What do you mean by that? asked President Boone, who was the principal backer of the enterprise. I mean, replied Hall, that there is no free metal in this mountain and Dr. Six knows there is none. But he is getting it himself from his mine, retorted President Boone. So he says, but who has seen it? No one is admitted into the six mine. His foremen are forbidden to talk and his workmen are specially imported Negroes who do not understand the English language. But persisted Mr. Boone, how then do you account for the nuggets scattered over the mountain? And beside what object could Dr. Six have in pretending that there is free metal to be had for the digging? He may have salted the mountain for all I know, said Hall, as for his object, I confess I am entirely in the dark. But for all that I am convinced that we shall find no more metal if we dig 10 miles for it. Nonsense, said the President. If we keep on, we shall strike it. Did not Dr. Six himself admit that he found no free Artemisium until his tunnel had reached the core of the peak? We must go as deep as he has gone before we give up. I fear the depths he attains are beyond most people's reach, was Hall's answer, while a thoughtful look crossed his clear cut brow. But since you desire it, of course the work shall go on, I should like, however, to change the direction of the tunnel. Certainly, replied Mr. Boone, bore in whatever direction you think proper, only don't despair. After a month after the conversation, Andrew Hall, with whom a community of tastes in many things had made me intimately acquainted, asked me one morning to accompany him into his tunnel. I want to have a trusty friend at my elbow, he said, for unless I am a dreamer, something remarkable will happen within the next hour, and two witnesses are better than one. I knew Hall was not the person to make such a remark carelessly, and my curiosity was intensely excited. But knowing his peculiarities, I did not press him for an explanation. When we arrived at the head of the tunnel, I was surprised at finding no workmen there. I stopped blasting some time ago, said Hall in explanation, for a reason which, I hope, will become evident to you very soon. Lately I have been boring very slowly, and yesterday I paid off the men and dismissed them with the announcement which I am confident President Boone will sanction, after he hears my report of this morning's work, that the tunnel is abandoned. You see, I am now using a drill which I can manage without assistance. I believe the work is almost completed, and I want you to witness the end of it. He then carefully applied the drill which noiselessly screwed its nose into the rock. When it had sunk to a depth of a few inches, he withdrew it. And taking a hand drill capable of making a hole not more than an eighth of an inch in diameter, cautiously began boring in the center of the larger cavity. He had made hardly a hundred turns of the handle when the drill shot through the rock. A gratified smile illuminated his features, and he said in a suppressed voice, Don't be alarmed, I'm going to put out the light. Instantly we were in complete darkness, but being close to Hall's side I could detect his movements. He pulled out the drill, and for half a minute remained motionless as if listening, there was no sound. I must enlarge the opening, he whispered, and immediately the faint grating of a sharp tool cutting through the rock informed me of his progress. There, at last he said, I think that will do. Now for a look. I could tell that he had placed his eye at the hole and was gazing with breathless attention presently he pulled my sleeve. Put your eye there, he whispered, pushing me into the proper position for looking through the hole. At first I could discern nothing except a smoky blue glow, but soon my vision cleared a little, and then I perceived that I was gazing into a narrow tunnel which met ours directly end to end. Glancing along the axis of this gallery I saw, some two hundred yards away, a faint light which evidently indicated the mouth of the tunnel. At the end where we had met at the mysterious tunnel was considerably widened at one side, as if the excavators had started to change direction and then abandoned the work. And in this elbow I could just see the outlines of two or three flat cars loaded with broken stone, while a heap of the same material lay near them. Through the center of the tunnel ran a railway track. Do you know what you are looking at? Asked Hall in my ear. I begin to suspect, I replied, that you have accidentally run into Dr. Six's mine. If Dr. Six had been on his guard, this accident wouldn't have happened, replied Hall with an almost inaudible chuckle.  Had this been the aim of your labors ever since? You have hit it, he replied. Long ago I became convinced that my company was throwing away its money in a vain attempt to strike a load of pure Artemisium, but President Boone has great faith in Dr. Six and would not give up the work. So I adopted what I regarded as the only practicable method of proving the truth of my opinion and saving the company's funds. An electric indicator of my invention enabled me to locate the sixth tunnel when I got near it. And I have met it and on and opened this peephole in order to observe the doctor's operations. I feel that such spying is entirely justified in the circumstances, although I cannot yet explain just how or why I feel sure that Dr. Six was the cause of the sudden discovery of the surface nuggets, and that he has encouraged the miners for his own ends, until he has brought ruin to thousands who have spent their last cent in driving useless tunnels into this mountain. It is a righteous thing to expose him. But, I interposed, I do not see that you have exposed anything yet except the interior of a tunnel. You will see more clearly after a while, was the reply. Hall now placed his eye again at the aperture and was unable entirely to repress the exclamation that rose to his lips. He remained staring through the hole for several minutes without uttering a word. Presently I noticed that the lenses of his eye were illuminated by a ray of light coming through the hole, but he did not stir. After a long inspection he suddenly applied his ear to the hole and listened intently for at least five minutes. Not a sound was audible to me, but by an occasional pressure of the hand Hall signified that some important disclosure was reaching his sense of hearing. At length he removed his ear. Pardon me, he whispered, for keeping you so long and waiting, but what I have just seen and overheard was of a nature to admit of no interruption. He is still talking and by pressing your ear against the hole you may be able to catch what he says. Who is he? Look for yourself. I placed my eye at the aperture and almost recoiled with the violence of my surprise. The tunnel before me was brilliantly illuminated and within three feet of the wall of rock behind which we crouched stood Dr. Six. His dark profile looking almost satanic in the sharp contrast of light and shadow he was talking to one of his foremen and the two were the only visible occupants of the tunnel. Putting my ear to the little opening I heard his words distinctly. End of your rope. Well, you've spent a pretty lot of money for their experience and I rather think we shall not be troubled again by Artemisium seekers for some time to come. The Doctor's voice ceased and instantly I clapped my eye to the hole. He had changed his position so that his black eyes now looked straight at the aperture. My heart was in my mouth, for at first I believed from his expression that he had detected the gleam of my eyeball. But if so he probably mistook it for a bit of mica in the rock and paid no further attention. Then his lips moved and I put my ear again to the hole. He seemed to be replying to a question that the foreman had asked. If they do, he said, they will never guess the real secret. Thereupon he turned on his heel, kicked a bit of rock off the track and strode away towards the entrance. The foreman paused long enough to turn out the electric lamp and then followed the Doctor. Well, asked Hall, what have you heard? I told him everything. It fully corroborates the evidence of my own eyes and ears, he remarked, and we may count ourselves extremely lucky. It is not likely that Doctor Six will be heard on a second time, proclaiming his deception with his own lips. It is plain that he was led to talk as he did to the foreman on account of the ladders, having informed him of the sudden discharge of my men this morning. Their presence within earshot of our hiding place, during their conversation, was of course pure accident, and so you can see how kind fortune has been to us. I expected to have to watch and listen and form deductions for a week at least, before getting the information which five lucky minutes have placed in our hands. While he was speaking, my companion busied himself and carefully plugging up the hole in the rock. When it was closed to his satisfaction he turned on the light in our tunnel. Did you observe, he asked, that there was a second tunnel? What do you say? When the light was on in there I saw them off of a smaller tunnel entering the main one behind the cars on the right. Did you notice it? Oh, yes, I replied. I did observe some kind of a dark hole there, but I paid no attention to it because I was so absorbed in the doctor. Well, rejoined Hall, smiling, it was worth considerably more than a glance. As a subject of thought I find it even more absorbing than Dr. Six. Did you see the track in it? No, I had to acknowledge. I did not notice that, but I continued a little peaked by his manner. Being a branch of the main tunnel, I don't see anything remarkable in its having a track also. It was rather dim in that hole, said Hall, still smiling in a somewhat provoking way, but the railroad track was there plain enough, and whether you think it remarkable or not, I should like to lay you a wager, that that track leads to a secret worth a dozen of the one we have just overheard. My good friend, I retorted, still smarting a little.  I haven't cat's eyes in the dark. Hall immediately broke out, laughing, and slapping me good naturally on the shoulder, exclaimed, Come, come, now, if you go to kicking back at a fellow like that, I shall be sorry I ever undertook this adventure. CHAPTER VII. A mystery indeed. When President Boone had heard our story, he promptly approved Hall's dismissal of the men. He expressed great surprise that Dr. Six should have resorted to a deception which had been so disastrous to innocent people, and at first he talked of legal proceedings. But after thinking the matter over, he concluded that Six was too powerful to be attacked with success, especially when the only evidence against him was that he had claimed to find Artemisium in his mind at a time when, as everybody knew, Artemisium actually was found outside the mine. There was no apparent motive for the deception and no proof of malicious intent. In short, Mr. Boone decided that the best thing for him and his stockholders to do was to keep silent about their losses and await events. And at Hall's suggestion, he also determined to say nothing to anybody about the discovery we had made. It could do no good, said Hall in making the suggestion, and it might spoil a plan I have in mind. What plan? asked the President. I prefer not to tell just yet, was the reply. I observed that, in our interview with Mr. Boone, Hall made no reference to the side tunnel to which he had appeared to attach so much importance, and I concluded that he now regarded it as lacking significance. In this I was mistaken. A few days afterwards I received an invitation from Hall to accompany him once more into the abandoned tunnel. I have found out what that sidetrack means, he said, and it has plunged me into another mystery so dark and profound that I cannot see my way through it. I must beg you to say no word to anyone concerning the things I am about to show you. I gave the required promise, and we entered the tunnel, which nobody had visited since our former adventure. Having extinguished our lamp, my companion opened the peephole, and a thin ray of light streamed through the tunnel on the opposite side of the wall. He applied his eye to the hole. Yes, he said, quickly stepping back and pushing me into his place. They are still at it. Look and tell me what you see. I see, I replied, after placing my eye at the aperture, a gang of men unloading a car which has just come out of the side tunnel and putting its contents upon another car standing on the track of the main tunnel. Yes, and what are they handling? Why, ore, of course. And do you see nothing significant in that? To be sure, I exclaimed, why, that ore! Hush, hush! Admonished Hall, putting his hand over my mouth, don't talk so loud.  The ore, I resumed, may have come back from the furnace room because the side tunnel turns off so as to run parallel with the other. It not only may have come back, it actually has come back, said Hall. How can you be sure? Because I have been over the track and know that it leads to a secret department directly under the furnace in which Dr. Six pretends to melt the ore. For a minute after hearing this avowal, I was speechless.  I asked at length. Perfectly serious. Run your finger along the rock here. Do you perceive a seam? Two days ago, after seeing what you have just witnessed in the sixth tunnel, I carefully cut out a section of the wall, making an aperture large enough to crawl through, and when I knew the workmen were asleep, I crept in there and examined both tunnels from end to end. But in solving one mystery, I have run myself into another infinitely more perplexing. How is that? Why does Dr. Six take such elaborate pains to deceive his visitors and also the government officers? It is now plain that he conducts no mining operations whatever. This mine of his is a gigantic blind. Whenever inspectors or scientific curiosity seekers visit his mill, his mute workmen assume the air of being very busy. The cars laden with his so-called ore rumble out of the tunnel, and their contents are ostentatiously poured into the furnace or appear to be poured into it, really dropping into a receptacle beneath to be carried back into the mine again. And then the doctor leads his gulfed visitors around to the other side of the furnace and shows them the molten metal coming out in streams.  That's what I'd like to find out. What's his game? For Mark, you, if he doesn't get Artemisium from this pretended ore, he gets it from some other source, and right on this spot, too, there is no doubt about that. The whole world is supplied by Six's furnace, and Six feeds his furnace with something that comes from his ten acres of Grand Teton Rock. What is that something? How does he get it? And where does he hide it? These are the things I should like to find out. Well, I replied, I fear I can't help you. But the difference between you and me, he retorted, is that you can go to sleep over it while I shall never get another good night's rest so long as this black mystery remains unsolved. What will you do? I don't know exactly what. But I've got a dim idea which may take shape after a while. Hall was silent for some time. Then he suddenly asked, did you ever hear of that queer magic lantern show with which Dr. Six entertained Mr. Boone and the members of the Financial Commission in the early days of the Artemisium business? Yes, I've heard the story, but I don't think it was ever made public. The newspapers never got hold of it. No, I believe not. Odd thing, wasn't it? Why, yes, very odd. But just like the doctor's eccentric ways, though, he's always doing something to astonish somebody without any apparent earthly reason. But what put you in mind of that? Free Artemisium put me in mind of it, replied hall quizzically. I don't see the connection. I'm not sure that I do either. But when you are dealing with Dr. Six, nothing is too improbable to be thought of. Hall, thereupon, fell to musing again, while we returned to the entrance of the tunnel. After he had made everything secure and slipped the key into his pocket, my companion remarked, Don't you think it would be best to keep this latest discovery to ourselves? Certainly. Because, he continued, nobody would be benefited just now by knowing what we know, and to expose the worthlessness of the ore might cause a panic. The public is a queer animal, and never get scared at just the thing you expect will alarm it, but always at something else. We had to shake in hands and were separating when Hall stopped me. Do you believe in alchemy? He asked. That's an odd question from you, I replied. I thought alchemy was exploded long ago. Well, he said slowly, I suppose it has been exploded. But then, you know, an explosion may sometimes be a kind of instantaneous education, breaking up old things, but revealing new ones. End of chapter seven. This recording is in the public domain. The Moon Medal, chapter eight. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org, read by Betsy Bush in Marquette, Michigan, June 2007. The Moon Medal by Garrett P. Service. Chapter eight. More of Dr. Six's magic. Important business called me east soon after the meeting with Hall described in the foregoing chapter. And before I again saw the grand Teton, very stirring events had taken place. As the reader is aware, Dr. Six's agreement with the various governments limited the output of his mind. In International Commission, continually in session in New York, adjusted the differences arising among the nation's concerning financial affairs and allotted to each the proper amount of Artemisium for coinage. Of course, this amount varied from time to time, but a fair average could easily be maintained. The gradual increase of wealth in houses, machinery, manufactured and artistic products called for a corresponding increase in the circulating medium. But this, too, was easily provided for. And equally painstaking supervision was exercised over the amount of the precious metal which Dr. Six was permitted to supply to the markets for use in the arts. On this side also, the demand gradually increased. But the wonderful Teton mine seemed equal to all calls upon its resources. After the failure of the mining operations, there was a moderate revival of the efforts to reduce the Teton ore, but no success cheered the experimenters. Prospectors also wandered all over the earth looking for pure Artemisium, but in vain. The general public, knowing nothing of what Hall had discovered, and still believing Six's story that he also had found pure Artemisium in his mine, accounted for the failure of the tunneling operations on the supposition that the metal, in a free state, was excessively rare, and that Dr. Six had had the luck to strike the only vein of it that the Grand Teton contained. As if to give countenance to this opinion, Dr. Six now announced, in the most public manner, that he had been deceived again, and that the vein of free metal he had struck being exhausted no other had appeared. Accordingly, he said, he must henceforth rely exclusively, as in the beginning, upon reduction of the ore. Artemisium had proved itself an immense boon to mankind, and the new era of commercial prosperity which it had ushered in already exceeded everything that the world had known in the past. School children learned that human civilization had taken five great strides, known respectively beginning at the bottom, as the age of stone, the age of bronze, the age of iron, the age of gold, and the age of Artemisium. Nevertheless, sources of dissatisfaction finally began to appear, and after the nature of such things they developed with marvelous rapidity. People began to grumble about contraction of the currency. In every country there arose a party which demanded free money. Demagogues pointed to the brief reign of paper money after the demonetization of gold as a happy period, when the people had enjoyed their rights, and the money barons, borrowing a term from nineteenth-century history, were kept at bay. Then came denunciations of the International Commission for restricting the coinage. Dr. Six was described as a devilfish, sucking the veins of the planet and holding it helpless in the grasp of his tentacular billions. In the United States meetings of agitators passed furious resolutions, denouncing the government, assailing the rich, cursing Dr. Six, and calling upon the oppressed to rise and take their own. The final outcome was, of course, violence. Mobs had to be suppressed by military force, but the most dramatic scene in the tragedy occurred at the Grand Teton. Excited by inflammatory speeches and printed documents, several thousand armed men assembled in the neighborhood of Jenny's Lake and prepared to attack the Six Mine. For some reason the military guard had been depleted, and the mob, under the leadership of a man named Bings, who showed no little talent as a commander and strategist, surprised the small force of soldiers and locked them up in their own guardhouse. Telegraphic communication having been cut off by the astute Bings, a fierce attack was made on the mine. The assailants swarmed up the sides of the canyon and attempted to break in through the foundation of the buildings, but the masonry was stronger than they had anticipated and the attack failed. Sharp shooters then climbed the neighboring heights and kept up an incessant peppering of the walls with conical bullets driven at four thousand feet per second. No reply came from the gloomy structure. The huge column of black smoke rose uninterruptedly into the sky, and the noise of the great engine never ceased for an instant. The mob gathered closer on all sides and redoubled the fire of the rifles, to which was now added the belching of several machine guns. Ragged holes began to appear in the walls, and at the sight of these the assailants yelled with delight. It was evident that the mill could not long withstand so destructive a bombardment. If the besiegers had possessed artillery, they would have knocked the buildings into splinters within twenty minutes. As it was, they would need a whole day to win their victory. Suddenly it became evident that the besieged were about to take a hand in the fight. Thus far they had not shown themselves or fired a shot, but now a movement was perceived on the roof, and the projecting arms of some kind of machinery became visible. Many marksmen concentrated their fire upon the mysterious objects, but apparently with little effect. Bings mounted on a rock so as to command a clear view of the field, was on the point of ordering a party to rush forward with axes and beat down the formidable doors when there came a blinding flash from the roof. Something swished through the air and a gust of heat met the assailants in the face. Bings dropped dead from his perch, and then, as if the scythe of the destroyer had swung downward, and to right and left in quick secession, the close-packed mob was leveled, rank after rank, until the few survivors crept behind rocks for refuge. Instantly the atmospheric broom swept up and down the canyon and across the mountain's flanks, and the marksmen fell in bunches like shaking grapes. Nine-tenths of the besiegers were destroyed within ten minutes, after the first movement had been noticed on the roof. Those who survived owed their escape to the rocks which concealed them, and they lost no time in crawling off into neighboring chasms, and as soon as they were beyond eye-shot from the mill they fled with panic-speed. Then the towering form of Dr. Six appeared at the door, emerging without sign of fear or excitement. He picked his way among his fallen enemies, and approaching the military guard-house undid the fastening and set the imprisoned soldiers free. I think I am paying rather dear for my whistle, he said, with a characteristic sneer to Captain Carter, the commander of the troop. It seems that I must not only defend my own people and property when attacked by mob force, but must also come to the rescue of the soldiers, whose payrolls are met from my pocket. The captain made no reply, and Dr. Six strode back to the works. When the released soldiers saw what had occurred their amazement had no bounds. It was necessary at once to dispose of the dead, and this was no easy undertaking for their small force. However, they accomplished it, and at the beginning of their work made a most surprising discovery. How's this, Jim? said one of the men to his comrade, as they stooped to lift the nearest victim of Dr. Six's withering fire. What's this fellow got all over him? Artemisium! Pond my soul! responded Jim, staring at the body. He's all coated over with it. Immediately from all sides came similar exclamations. Every man who had fallen was covered with a film of the precious metal as if he had been dipped into an electrolytic bath. Clothing seemed to have been charred, and the metallic atoms had penetrated the flesh of the victims. The rocks all round the battlefield were similarly veneered. It looks to me, said Captain Carter, as if Old Six had turned one of his spouts of Artemisium into a hose-pipe and soaked him with it. That's it, chimed in a lieutenant. That's exactly what he's done. Well, returned the Captain, if he can do that, I don't see what use he's got for us here. Probably he don't want to waste the stuff, said the lieutenant. What do you suppose it cost him to plate this crowd? I guess a month's pay for the whole troop wouldn't cover the expense. It's costly. But then, gracious, wouldn't I have given something for the Doctor's hose when I was a youngster campaigning in the Philippines in ninety-nine? The story of the marvelous way in which Dr. Six defended his mill became the sensation of the world for many days. The hose-pipe theory struck off on the spot by Captain Carter, seized the popular fancy, and was generally accepted without further question. There was an element of the ludicrous which robbed the tragedy of some of its horror. Moreover no one could deny that Dr. Six was well within his rights in defending himself by any means when so savagely attacked. And his triumphant success, no less than the ingenuity which was supposed to underlie it, placed him in a heroic light which he had not hitherto enjoyed. As to the demagogues who were responsible for the outbreak and its terrible consequences, they slunk out of the public eye, and the result of the battle at the mine seemed to have been a clearing up of the atmosphere, such as a thunderstorm effects at the close of eighth season of foul weather. But now, little as men guessed it, the beginning of the end was close at hand. CHAPTER IX. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Betsy Bush in Marquette, Michigan, June 2007. THE MOON METAL by Garrett P. Service. CHAPTER IX. THE DETECTIVE OF SCIENCE. The morning of my arrival at Grand Teton Station, on my return from the east, Andrew Hall met me with a warm greeting. "'I have been anxiously expecting you,' he said. For I have made some progress toward solving the great mystery. I have not yet reached a conclusion, but I hope soon to let you into the entire secret. In the meantime, you can aid me with your companionship, if in no other way, for, since the defeat of the mob, this place has been mighty lonesome. The Grand Teton is a spot that people who have no particular business out here carefully avoid. I am on speaking terms with Doctor Six, and occasionally, when there is a party to be shown around, I visit his works, and make the best possible use of my eyes. Captain Carter of the military is a capital fellow, and I like to hear his stories of the war in Lausanne forty years ago, but I want somebody to whom I can occasionally confide things, and so you are as welcome as moonlight in harvest time. Tell me something about the wonderful fight with the mob. Did you see it? I did. I had got wind of what beings intended to do while I was down at Pocatello, and I hurried up here to warn the soldiers, but unfortunately I came too late. Finding the military cooped up in the guard-house and the mob masters of the situation, I kept out of sight on the side of the Teton and watched the siege with my binocular. I think there was very little of the spectacle that I missed. But of the mysterious force that the Doctor employed to sweep off the assailants. Of course, Captain Carter's suggestion that Six turned molten Artemisium from his furnace into a hose-pipe and sprayed the enemy with it is ridiculous, but it is much easier to dismiss Carter's theory than to substitute a better one. I saw the Doctor on the roof with a gang of black workmen, and I noticed the flash of polished metal turned rapidly this way and that, but there was some intervening obstacle which prevented me from getting a good view of the mechanism employed. It certainly bore no resemblance to a hose-pipe or anything of that kind. No emanation was visible from the machine, but it was stupefying to see the mob melt down. How about the coating of the bodies with Artemisium? There you are, back on the hose-pipe again, laughed all, but to tell you the truth, I'd rather be excused from expressing an opinion on that operation in wholesale electroplating just at present. I have the ghost of an idea what it means, but let me test my theory a little before I formulate it. In the meanwhile, won't you take a stroll with me? Certainly nothing would please me better, I replied. Which way shall we go? To the top of the Grand Teton. What? Are you seized with the mountain-climbing fever? Not exactly, but I have a particular reason for wishing to take a look from that pinnacle. I suppose you know the real apex of the peak has never been trodden by man. I do know it, but it is just that apex that I am determined to have under my feet for ten minutes. The failure of others is no argument for us. Just as you say, I rejoined, but I suppose there is no indiscretion in asking whether this little climb has any relation to the mystery. If it didn't have an important relation to the clearing up of that dark thing I wouldn't risk my neck in such an undertaking, was the reply. Accordingly the next morning we set out for the peak. All previous climbers, as we were aware, had attacked it from the west. That seemed the obvious thing to do, because the westward slopes of the mountain, while very steep, are less abrupt than those which face the rising sun. In fact, the eastern side of the Grand Teton appears to be absolutely unclimbable. But both Hall and I had had experience with rock climbing in the Alps and the Dolomites, and we knew that what looked like the hardest places sometimes turned out to be next to the easiest. Accordingly we decided, the more particularly because it would save time, but also because we yielded to the common desire to outdo our predecessors to try to scale the giant right up his face. We carried a very light but exceedingly strong rope about five hundred feet long, wore nail-shod shoes, and had each a metal pointed staff and a small hatchet in lieu of the regular mountaineer's axe. Advancing at first along the broken ridge between two gorges, we gradually approached the steeper part of the Teton, where the cliffs looked so sheer and smooth that it seemed no wonder that nobody had ever tried to scale them. The air was deliciously clear and the sky wonderfully blue above the mountains, and the moon, a few days past its last quarter, was visible in the southwest. Its pale crescent face slightly blued by the atmosphere as it always appears when seen in daylight. Slow westering a phantom sail, the lonely soul of yesterday. Behind us, somewhat north of east, lay the six works, with their black smoke rising almost vertically in the still air. Suddenly, as we stumbled along on the rough surface, something whizzed past my face and fell on the rock at my feet. I looked at the strange missile that had come like a meteor out of open space with astonishment. It was a bird, a beautiful specimen of the scarlet tannagers, which I remembered the early explorers had found inhabiting the Teton canyons, their brilliant plumage borrowing splendor from contrast with the gloomy surroundings. It lay motionless, its outstretched wings having a curious shriveled aspect, while the flaming color of the breast was half obliterated with smutty patches. Stooping to pick it up, I noticed a slight bronzing, which instantly recalled to my mind the peculiar appearance of the victims of the attack on the mine. Look here, I called to Hall, who was several yards in advance.  Where did you get that, he asked. It fell at my feet a moment ago. Hall glanced in a startled manner at the sky, and then down the slope of the mountain. Did you notice in what direction it was flying, he asked. No, it dropped so close that it almost grazed my nose. I saw nothing of it until it made me blink. I have been heedless, muttered Hall under his breath. At the time I did not notice the singularity of his remark, my attention being absorbed in contemplating the unfortunate tanninger. Look how its feathers are scorched, I said. I know it, Hall replied, without glancing at the bird. And it is covered with a film of artemisium, I added, a little peaked by his abstraction. I know that too. See here, Hall, I exclaimed. Are you trying to make a game of me? Not at all, my dear fellow, he replied, dropping his cogitation. Pray forgive me, but this is no new phenomenon to me. I have picked up birds in that condition on this mountain before. There is a terrible mystery here, but I am slowly letting light into it. And if we succeed in reaching the top of the peak, I have good hope that the illumination will increase. Here now, he added a moment later, sitting down upon a rock and thrusting the blade of his penknife into a crevice. What do you think of this? He held up a little nugget of pure artemisium and then went on. You know that all this slope was swept as clean as a Dutch housewife's kitchen floor by the thousands of miners and prospectors who swarmed over it a year or two ago. And do you suppose they would have missed such a tidbit if it had been here then? Dr. Six must have been salting the mountain again, I suggested. Well, replied Hall, with a significant smile, if the doctor hasn't salted it, somebody else has, that's plain enough. But perhaps you would like to know precisely what I expect to find out when we get on the topknot of the Teton. I should certainly be delighted to learn the object of our journey, I said. Of course, I'm only going along for company and for the fun of the thing. But you know you can count on me for substantial aid whenever you need it. It is because you are so willing to let me keep my own counsel, he rejoined, and to wait for things to ripen before compelling me to disclose them, that I like to have you with me at critical times. Now as to the object of this breakneck expedition, whose risks you understand as fully as I do, I need not assure you that it is of supreme importance to the success of my plans. In a word, I hope to be able to look down into a part of Dr. Six's mill, which, if I am not mistaken, no human eye except his and those of his most trustworthy helpers, has ever been permitted to see. And if I see there what I fully expect to see, I shall have got a long step nearer to a great fortune. Good! I cried. On avant, then. We are losing time. End of chapter nine. This recording is in the public domain. The Moon Medal, chapter ten. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Betsy Bush in Marquette, Michigan, June 2007. The Moon Medal by Garrett P. Service. Chapter 10. The Top of the Grand Teton. The climbing soon became difficult until at length we were going up hand over hand, taking advantage of crevices and knobs which an inexperienced eye would have regarded as incapable of affording a grip for the fingers or a support for the toes. Presently we arrived at the foot of a stupendous precipice which was absolutely insurmountable by any ordinary method of ascent. Parts of it overhung and everywhere the face of the rock was too free from irregularities to afford any footing except to a fly. Now to borrow the expression of old bunion. We are hard put to it, I remarked. If you will go to the left I will take the right and see if there's any chance of getting up. I don't believe we could find any place easier than this, Hall replied, and so we go up where we are. Have you a pair of wings concealed about you? I asked, laughing at his folly. Well, something nearly as good, he responded, unstrapping his knapsack. He produced a silken bag which he unfolded on the rock. A balloon, I exclaimed, but how are you going to inflate it? For reply Hall showed me a receptacle which he said contained liquid hydrogen and which was furnished with a device for retarding the volatilization of the liquid so that it could be carried with little loss. You remember, I have a small laboratory in the abandoned mine, he explained, where we used to manufacture liquid air for blasting. This balloon I made for our present purpose. It will just suffice to carry up our rope and a small but practically unbreakable grapple of hardened gold. I calculate to send the grapple to the top of the precipice with the balloon, and when it has obtained a firm hold in the ribbon rock, there we can ascend, sailor fashion. You see, the rope has knots, and I know your muscles are as trustworthy in such work as my own. There was a slight breeze from the eastward, and the current of air slanting up the face of the peak assisted the balloon in mounting with its burden, and favored us by promptly swinging the little airship with a grapple swaying beneath it over the brow of the cliff onto the atmospheric eddy above. As soon as we saw that the grapple was well over the edge, we pulled upon the rope. The balloon instantly shot into view with the anchor dancing, but under the influence of the wind quickly returned to its former position behind the projecting brink. The grapple had failed to take hold. Try, try again must be our motto now, muttered haul. We tried several times with the same result, although each time we slightly shifted our position. At last the grapple caught. Now altogether cried my companion, and simultaneously we threw our weight upon the slender rope. The anchor apparently did not give an inch. Let me go first, said haul, pushing me aside as I caught the first knot above my head. It's my device, and it's only fair that I should have the first try. In a minute he was many feet up the wall, climbing swiftly hand over hand, but occasionally stopping and twisting his leg around the rope while he took breath. It's easier than I expected, he called down when he had ascended about 100 feet. Here and there the rock offers a little hold for the knees. I watched him breathless with anxiety. And as he got higher my imagination pictured the little gold grapple, invisible above the brow of the precipice, with perhaps a single thin prong wedged into a crevice, and slowly plowing its way towards the edge with each impulse of the climber, until but another pull was needed to set it flying. So vivid was my fancy that I tried to banish it by noticing that a certain knot in the rope remained just at the level of my eyes where it had been from the start. Hall was now fully 200 feet above the ledge on which I stood and was rapidly nearing the top of the precipice. In a minute more he would be safe. Suddenly he shouted and glancing up with a leap of my heart, I saw that he was falling. He kept his face to the rock and came down feet foremost. I would not go through that experience again for the price of a battleship. Yet it lasted less than a second. He had dropped not more than ten feet when the fall was arrested. All right, he called cheerfully, no harm done, it was only a slip. But what a slip! If the balloon had not carried the anchor several yards back from the edge it would have had no opportunity to catch another hold as it shot forward. And how could we know that the second hold would prove more secure than the first? Hall did not hesitate, however, for one instant up he went again, but in fact his best chance was in going up, for he was within four yards of the top when the mishap occurred. With a sigh of relief I saw him at last throw his arm over the verge and then wriggle his body upon the ledge. A few minutes later he was lying on his stomach with his face over the edge looking down at me. Come on, he shouted, it's all right. When I had pulled myself over the brink at his side I grasped his hand and pressed it without a word. We understood one another. It was pretty close to a miracle, he remarked at last. Look at this! The rock over which the grapple had slipped was deeply scored by the unyielding point of the metal, and exactly at the verge of the precipice the prong had wedged itself into a narrow crack, so firmly that we had to chip away the stone in order to release it. If it had slipped a single inch farther before taking hold it would have been all over with my friend. Such experiences shake the strongest nerves and we sat on the shelf we had attained for fully a quarter of an hour before we ventured to attack the next precipice which hung beatling directly above us. It was not as lofty as the one we had just ascended, but it impended to such a degree that we saw we should have to climb our rope while it swung free in the air. Luckily we had little difficulty in getting a grip for the prongs and we took every precaution to test the security of the anchorage, not only putting our combined weight repeatedly upon the rope but flipping and jerking it with all our strength. The grapple resisted every effort to dislodge it and finally I started up insisting on my turn as leader. The height I had to ascend did not exceed one hundred feet, but that is a very great distance to climb on a swinging rope without a wall within reach to assist by its friction and occasional friendly projections. In a little while my movements, together with the effect of the slight wind, had imparted a most distressing oscillation to the rope. This sometimes carried me with a nerve-shaking bang against a prominent point of the precipice, where I would dislodge loose fragments that kept Hall dodging for his life, and then I would swing out, apparently beyond the brow of the cliff below, so that, as I involuntarily glanced downward, I seemed to be hanging in free space while the steep mountain side, looking ten times steeper than it really was, resembled the vertical wall of an absolutely bottomless abyss, as if I were suspended over the edge of the world. I avoided thinking of what the grapple might be about, and in haste to get through with the awful experience, I worked myself fairly out of breath, so that, when at last I reached the rounded brow of the cliff, I had to stop and cling there for fully a minute before I could summon strength enough to lift myself over it. When I was assured that the grapple was still securely fastened, I signaled to Hall, and he soon stood at my side, exclaiming as he wiped the perspiration from his face. I think I'll try wings next time. But our difficulties had only begun. As we had foreseen, it was a case of Elp above Elp, to the very limit of human strength and patience. However, it would have been impossible to go back. In order to descend the two precipices we had surmounted, it would have been necessary to leave our lifelines clinging to the rocks, and we had not rope enough to do that. If we could not reach the top, we were lost. Having refreshed ourselves with a bite to eat and a little stimulant, we resumed the climb. After several hours of the most exhausting work I have ever performed, we pulled our weary limbs upon the narrow ridge, but a few square yards in area, which constitutes the apex of the grand Teton. A little below, on the opposite side of a steep walled gap, which divides the top of the mountain into two parts, we saw the singular enclosure of stones which the early white explorers found there, and which they ascribed to the Indians, although nobody has ever known who built it or what purpose it served. The view was, of course, superb, but while I was admiring it in all its wonderful extent and variety, Hall, who had immediately pulled out his binocular, was busy inspecting the six works, the top of whose great tufted smoke column was thousands of feet beneath our level. Jackson's Lake, Jenny's Lake, Lee's Lake, and several lakelets glittered in the sunlight amid the pale grays and greens of Jackson's Hole, while many a bending reach of the Snake River shone amid the wastes of sagebrush and rock. There, suddenly exclaimed Hall, I thought I should find it. What? Take a look through my glass at the roof of Six's Mill. Look just in the center. Why, it's open in the middle, I cried as soon as I had put the glass to my eyes. There's a big circular hole in the center of the roof. Look inside, look inside, repeated Hall impatiently. I see nothing there except something bright. Do you call it nothing because it is bright? Well no, I replied, laughing. What I mean is that I see nothing that I can make anything of except a shining object, and all I can make of that is that it is bright. You've been in the six works many times, haven't you? Yes. Did you ever see the opening in the roof? Never. Did you ever hear of it? Never. Then Dr. Six doesn't show his visitors everything that is to be seen. Evidently not, as we know, he concealed the double tunnel in the room under the furnace. Dr. Six has concealed a bigger secret than that, Hall responded, and the grand titan has helped me to a glimpse of it. For several minutes my friend was absorbed in thought, then he broke out. I tell you he's the most wonderful man in the world. Who, Dr. Six? Well I've long thought that. Yes, but I mean in a different way from what you are thinking of. Do you remember my asking you once if you believed in alchemy? I remember being greatly surprised by your question to that effect. Well now, said Hall, rubbing his hands with satisfied air, while his eyes glanced keen and bright with the reflection of some passing thought. Max Six is greater than any alchemist that ever lived. If those old guys in the dark ages had accomplished everything they set out to do, they would have been of no more consequence in comparison with our black-browed friend down yonder there than my head is of consequence in comparison with a moon. I fear you flatter the man in the moon, was my laughing reply. No I don't, returned Hall, and some day you'll admit it. Well what about that something that shines down there? You seem to see more in it than I can. But my companion had fallen into a reverie and didn't hear my question. He was gazing abstractly at the faint image of the waning moon, now nearing the distant mountaintop over in Idaho. Presently his mind seemed to return to the old magnet, and he whirled about and glanced down at the Six Mill. The column of smoke was diminishing in volume, an indication that the engine was about to enjoy one of its periodical rests. The irregularity of these stoppages had always been a subject of remark among practical engineers. The hours of labor were exceedingly erratic, but the engine had never been known to work at night, except on one occasion, and then only for a few minutes, when it was suddenly stopped on account of a fire. Justice Hall resumed his inspection, two huge quarter spheres which had been resting wide apart on the roof, moved towards one another until their arched sections met over the circular aperture which they covered like the dome of an observatory. I expected it, Hall remarked, but come, it is mid-afternoon, and we shall need all of our time to get safely down before the light fades. As I have already explained, it would not have been possible for us to return the way we came, but we determined to descend the comparatively easy western slope of the peak, and pass the night on that side of the mountain, letting ourselves down with the rope into the hollow way that divides the summit of the Teton into two pinnacles. We had no difficulty in descending by the route followed by all previous climbers. The weather was fine, and having found good shelter among the rocks, we passed the night in comfort. The next day we succeeded in swinging round upon the eastern flank of the Teton, below the more formidable cliffs, and just at nightfall we arrived at the station. As we passed the six mine, the doctor himself confronted us. There was a very displeasing look on his dark countenance, and his sneer was strongly marked. "'So you have been on top of the Teton,' he said. "'Yes,' replied Hall, very blandly. "'And if you have a taste for that sort of thing, I should advise you to go up. The view is immense, as fine as the best in the Alps.' The ingenious plan, that balloon of yours!' continued the doctor, still looking black. "'Thank you,' Hall replied, more swavly than ever. "'I have been planning that a long time. You probably don't know that mountaineering used to be my chief amusement.' The doctor turned away without pursuing the conversation. "'I could kick myself,' Hall muttered, as soon as Dr. Six was out of earshot. "'If my absurd wish to outdo others had not blinded me, I should have known that he would see us going up this side of the peak, particularly with a balloon to give us away. However, what's done can't be undone. He may not really suspect the truth, and if he does, he can't help himself, even though he is the richest man in the world.'  Was Andrew Hall's greeting when we met early on the morning following our return from the peak? "'Certainly I am. What is your program for today?' "'I wish to test the flying qualities of a kite, which I have constructed since our return last night. You don't allow the calls of sleep to interfere very much with your activity.' "'I haven't much time for sleep just now,' replied Hall, without smiling. The kite test will carry us up the flanks of the teetown, but I am not going to try for the top this time. If you will come along, I'll ask you to help me by carrying and operating a light transit. I shall carry another myself. I am desirous to get the elevation that the kite attains and certain other data that will be of use to me. We will make a detour towards the south, for I don't want old six's suspicions to be prodded any more. What interest can he have in your kite flying? The same interest that a burglar has in the wrap of a policeman's night-stick. Then your experiment today has some connection with the solution of the great mystery? "'My dear fellow,' said Hall, laying his hand on my shoulder, "'until I see the end of that mystery I shall think of nothing else. In a few hours we were clambering over the broken rocks on the south-eastern flank of the teetown at an elevation of about three thousand feet above the level of Jackson's hole. Finally, Hall paused and began to put his kite together. It was a small boxed shape affair, very light in construction, with paper sides. "'In order to diminish the chances of Dr. Six noticing what we are about,' he said as he worked away, "'I have covered the kite with sky-blue paper. This, together with distance, will probably insure us against his notice.' In a few minutes the kite was ready. Having ascertained the direction of the wind, with much attention, he stationed me with my transit on a commanding rock, and sought another post for himself at a distance of two hundred yards, which he carefully measured with a gold tape. My instructions were to keep the telescope on the kite as soon as it had attained a considerable height, and to note the angle of elevation and the horizontal angle with the baseline joining our points of observation. "'Be particularly careful,' was Hall's injunction, and if anything happens to the kite, by all means note the angles at that instant.' As soon as we had fixed our stations, Hall began to pay out the string, and the kite rose very swiftly. As it sped away into the blue, it was soon practically invisible to the naked eye. Although the telescope of the transit enabled me to follow it with ease. Glancing across now and then at my companion, I noticed that he was having considerable difficulty in, at the same time, managing the kite and manipulating his transit. But as the kite continued to rise, and steadied in position, his task became easier, until at length he ceased to remove his eyes from the telescope, while holding the string with outstretched hand. "'Don't lose sight of it now for an instant,' he shouted. For at least half an hour he continued to manipulate the string, sending the kite now high towards the zenith with a sudden pull, and then letting it drift off. It seemed at least to become almost a fixed point. Very slowly the angles changed, when suddenly there was a flash, and to my amazement I saw the paper of the kite shrivel and disappear in a momentary flame, and then the bare sticks came tumbling out of the sky. "'Did you get the angles?' yelled Hall excitedly. "'Yes, the telescope is yet pointed on the spot where the kite disappeared.' "'Read them off,' he called, and then get your angle with the six works.' "'All right,' I replied, doing as he had requested, and noticing at the same time that he was in the act of putting his watch in his pocket. "'Is there anything else?' I asked. "'No, that will do. Thank you.' Hall came running over his face beaming, and with the air of a man who has just hooked a particularly cunning old trout. "'Ah,' he exclaimed, "'this has been a great success. I could almost dispense with the calculation, but it is best to be sure.' "'What are you about, anyhow?' I asked, and what was it that happened to the kite?' "'Don't interrupt me just now, please,' was the only reply I received. "'Thereupon my friend sat down on a rock, pulled out a pad of paper, noted the angles which I had read on the transit, and fell to figuring with feverish haste. In the course of his work he consulted a pocket almanac, then glanced up at the sky, muttered approvingly, and finally leaped to his feet with a half-suppressed, "'Hurrah!' "'If I had not known him so well, I should have thought that he had gone daft.' "'Will you kindly tell me?' I asked. "'How you managed to set the kite afire?' Hall laughed heartily. "'You thought it was a trick, did you?' said he. "'Well, it was no trick, but a very beautiful demonstration. You surely haven't forgotten the scarlet tannager that gave you such a surprise the day before yesterday.' "'Do you mean,' I exclaimed, startled at the suggestion, that the fate of the bird had any connection with the accident to your kite?' "'Accident isn't precisely the right word,' replied Hall. "'The two things are as intimately related as own brothers. If you should care to hunt up the kite-sticks, you would find that they, too, are now Artemisium-plated.' "'This is getting too deep for me,' was all that I could say. "'I'm not absolutely confident that I have touched bottom myself,' said Hall. "'But I'm going to make another dive, and if I don't bring up treasures greater than Van der Dekken found at the bottom of the sea, then Dr. Six is even a more wonderful human mystery than I have thought him to be. What do you propose to do next?' To shake the dust of the grand teetown from my shoes and go to San Francisco, where I have an extensive laboratory. "'So you're going to try a little alchemy yourself, are you?' "'Perhaps. Who knows? At any rate, my good friend, I am forever indebted to you for your assistance, and even more for your discretion. And if I succeed, you shall be the first person in the world to hear the news."