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To-morrow we Disappear into the Unknown

           Withinwewereseatedroundthecanetable,onwhichlayasealedenvelope.Inscribeduponit,inthejaggedhandwritingofProfessorChallenger,werethewords:

           "InstructionstoLordJohnRoxtonandparty.TobeopenedatManaosuponJuly15th,at12o’clockprecisely."

           LordJohnhadplacedhiswatchuponthetablebesidehim.

           "Wehavesevenmoreminutes,"saidhe."Theolddearisveryprecise."

           ProfessorSummerleegaveanacidsmileashepickeduptheenvelopeinhisgaunthand.

           "Whatcanitpossiblymatterwhetherweopenitnoworinsevenminutes?"saidhe."Itisallpartandparcelofthesamesystemofquackeryandnonsense,forwhichIregrettosaythatthewriterisnotorious."

           "Oh,come,wemustplaythegameaccordin’torules,"saidLordJohn."It’soldmanChallenger’sshowandweareherebyhisgoodwill,soitwouldberottenbadformifwedidn’tfollowhisinstructionstotheletter."

           "Aprettybusinessitis!"criedtheProfessor,bitterly."ItstruckmeaspreposterousinLondon,butI’mboundtosaythatitseemsevenmoresouponcloseracquaintance.Idon’tknowwhatisinsidethisenvelope,but,unlessitissomethingprettydefinite,Ishallbemuchtemptedtotakethenextdown-riverboatandcatchtheBoliviaatPara.Afterall,Ihavesomemoreresponsibleworkintheworldthantorunaboutdisprovingtheassertionsofalunatic.Now,Roxton,surelyitistime."

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