I have named it. It is Parnassius Aureus Giganticus. The wings are of gold!
Giganticus flies at sunrise and at sunset.
I have set my trap at Alt. xxxxx. This time I shall get him!
Only one in the world! But it will oviposit in nineteen days! I shall raise another one. There is but one egg.
A new peak for my trap. The Alt. is wrong.
The only Parnassius in the world whose wings are not white, but of gold; whose hind-wing tail prolongations are like Papilio. This is the Golden Emperor of Space, the Monarch of the Infinite, Master of Eternity and Immortality! For its diet is that elixir, rising mistlike from xxxxx! Oh! I must not write it down! Not even little Paula must guess this.
Flight of incredible speed. I have estimated to-day that my Golden Giant travels at the rate of 1 mi. in 12 sec. id est, 300 mi. per hour! He might sail around the world and other eyes than mine never see him. This is why he has remained throughout the centuries for me to discover. —F. C. H.
Another fool from the world outside has tried to steal my secret from me. I killed him.
I am Midas, King of Gold; he is Parnassius Aureus Giganticus, Great Golden Monarch of Space. We are Immortals.
Sheldon stared out through the open door, his gaze going over the dead, forgotten town, and to the little lake lying languid in the sunshine. For the instant he forgot Charles Francis Hamilton and his thoughts were all for Paula.