“Oh,” and I paused for further enlightenment.
“It was this way. I remember it perfectly, you know. I was somewhere,—somewhere up North——”
“Canada?”
“I don’t know—I don’t know.” He shook his head uncertainly. “But I know it was up North where it’s always cold.”
Perhaps the man had been an Arctic explorer.
“Iceland?” I said, “Greenland?”
“Maybe,” and he looked uninterested. “But,” here he brightened a little, “anyway, I fell through the earth. I fell in there, wherever it was, and came on down, down through the earth till I came out at the other end.”
“You mean, you fell through a section or segment of the globe? As if, say, you fell in at London and came out at the Cape of Good Hope!”
“That’s the idea! Only I fell out here in New York.”
“And you fell in?”