THE BELL TONE
by
EDMUND H.
LEFTWICH
It is no use. It's too late.
The earth—I must dig—alone.
To Whom It May Concern:
In order to clear up any misunderstanding or false impressions regarding the amazing case of my beloved friend and co-worker, Professor Howard E. Edwards, I submit herewith, extracts from the professor's notebook, which I found on the desk.
Evans Barclay, B.S. Fellow IRE.
Jan. 25.
Last night, in my dreams, I was a monstrous ant, and had been digging myself a burrow in the soft fresh earth. The dream was intensely real, and when I awoke, I felt as tired as if I had actually been digging. My arms ached, and I was astonished, upon examining my hands, to find them raw.