CHAPTER VIII. THORWALD PUZZLED.
“I fear,” continued Thorwald, “that I am wearying you with this long talk.”
We assured him we were enjoying it too much to think of being tired, and hoped he would not stop. But he said he had some duties to attend to, and would take us to his room and leave us by ourselves for a while.
As soon as we were alone the doctor looked at me with a smile and said:
“Why did you act so queerly when I spoke of Mona?”
“Why did you speak so?” I asked in reply. “And how could you tell Thorwald we found one inhabitant on the moon?”
“Did you want to have me tell him a falsehood?”
“Of course not. I tried to catch your eye and keep you from saying any thing on the subject till we could consult in regard to it. If we are going to color our narrative in order to make it more marvelous we must at least make our stories agree.”
“My friend,” said the doctor, “I am now confirmed in my suspicion that your brain was affected by your fall from the moon.”