The Greatest Works of Abraham Merritt. Abraham Merritt

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      And there, for me, the world ended.

      The Metal Monster

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      The Metal Monster

       Table of Contents

       Prologue

       1. Valley of the blue poppies

       2. The sigil on the rocks

       3. Ruth Ventnor

       4. Metal with a brain

       5. The smiting thing

       6. Norhala of the lightnings

       7. The shapes in the mist

       8. The drums of thunder

       9. The portal of flame

       10. “Witch! Give back my sister”

       11. The metal emperor

       12. “I will give you peace”

       13. “Voice from the void”

       14. “Free! But a monster!”

       15. The house of Norhala

       16. Conscious metal!

       17. Yuruk

       18. Into the pit

       19. The city that was alive

       20. Vampires of the sun

       21. Phantasmagoria metallioue.

       22. The ensorcelled chamber

       23. The treachery of Yuruk

       24. Ruszark

       25. Cherkis

       26. The vengeance of Norhala

       27. “The drums of destiny”

       28. The frenzy of Ruth

       29. The passing of Norhala

       30. Burned out

       31. Slag!

      PROLOGUE

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      Before the narrative which follows was placed in my hands, I had never seen Dr. Walter T. Goodwin, its author.

      When the manuscript revealing his adventures among the pre-historic ruins of the Nan–Matal in the Carolines (The Moon Pool) had been given me by the International Association of Science for editing and revision to meet the requirements of a popular presentation, Dr. Goodwin had left America. He had explained that he was still too shaken, too depressed, to be able to recall experiences that must inevitably carry with them freshened memories of those whom he loved so well and from whom, he felt, he was separated in all probability forever.

      I had understood that he had gone to some remote part of Asia to pursue certain botanical studies, and it was therefore with the liveliest surprise and interest that I received a summons from the President of the Association to meet Dr. Goodwin at a designated place and hour.

      Through my close study of the Moon Pool papers I had formed a mental image of their writer. I had read, too, those volumes of botanical research which have set him high above all other American scientists in this field, gleaning from their curious mingling of extremely technical observations and minutely accurate but extraordinarily poetic descriptions, hints to amplify my picture of him. It gratified me to find I had drawn a pretty good one.

      The man to whom the President of the Association introduced me was sturdy, well-knit, a little under average height. He had a broad but rather low forehead that reminded me somewhat of the late electrical wizard Steinmetz. Under level black brows shone eyes of clear hazel, kindly, shrewd, a little wistful, lightly humorous; the eyes both of a doer and a dreamer.

      Not more than forty I judged him to be. A close-trimmed, pointed beard did not hide the firm chin and the clean-cut mouth. His hair was thick and black and oddly sprinkled with white; small streaks and dots of gleaming silver that shone with a curiously metallic luster.

      His right arm was closely bound to his breast. His manner as he greeted me was tinged with shyness. He extended his left hand in greeting, and as I clasped the fingers I was struck by their peculiar, pronounced, yet pleasant warmth; a sensation, indeed, curiously electric.

      The Association’s President forced him gently back into his chair.

      “Dr. Goodwin,” he said, turning to me, “is not entirely recovered as yet from certain consequences of his adventures. He will explain to you later what these are. In the meantime, Mr. Merritt, will you read this?”

      I took the sheets he handed me, and as I read them felt the gaze of Dr. Goodwin full upon me, searching, weighing, estimating. When I raised my eyes from the letter I found in his a new expression. The shyness was gone; they were filled with complete friendliness. Evidently I had passed muster.

      “You will accept, sir?” It was the president’s gravely courteous tone.

      “Accept!” I exclaimed. “Why, of course, I accept. It is not only one of the greatest


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