Tales of Terror and Mystery
The Horror of the Heights
’Theycouldmakenothingofthatattheinquest.ButIcouldmakesomethingofit.Monsters!ThatwasthelastwordofpoorHarryHayConnor.AndheDIDdieoffright,justasVenablesthought.
"AndthentherewasMyrtle’shead.Doyoureallybelieve—doesanybodyreallybelieve—thataman’sheadcouldbedrivencleanintohisbodybytheforceofafall?Well,perhapsitmaybepossible,butI,forone,haveneverbelievedthatitwassowithMyrtle.Andthegreaseuponhisclothes—’allslimywithgrease,’saidsomebodyattheinquest.Queerthatnobodygotthinkingafterthat!Idid—but,then,Ihadbeenthinkingforagoodlongtime.I’vemadethreeascents—howDangerfieldusedtochaffmeaboutmyshot-gun—butI’veneverbeenhighenough.Now,withthisnew,lightPaulVeronermachineanditsonehundredandseventy-fiveRobur,Ishouldeasilytouchthethirtythousandtomorrow.I’llhaveashotattherecord.MaybeIshallhaveashotatsomethingelseaswell.Ofcourse,it’sdangerous.Ifafellowwantstoavoiddangerhehadbestkeepoutofflyingaltogetherandsubsidefinallyintoflannelslippersandadressing-gown.ButI’llvisittheair-jungletomorrow—andifthere’sanythingthereIshallknowit.IfIreturn,I’llfindmyselfabitofacelebrity.IfIdon’tthisnote-bookmayexplainwhatIamtryingtodo,andhowIlostmylifeindoingit.Butnodrivelaboutaccidentsormysteries,ifYOUplease.
"IchosemyPaulVeronermonoplaneforthejob.There’snothinglikeamonoplanewhenrealworkistobedone.Beaumontfoundthatoutinveryearlydays.
