Chapter 9
"TO MY DYING HOUR"
Scranton folded the clipping and placed it between leaves of the journal.
"There!" he said. "My story is ended. You have all the principal facts now. Additional details may be found in this old record—if you are interested in the case and care to peruse it."
Milton Rhodes reached forth a hand for the battered old journal.
"I am indeed interested," he said. "And I wish to thank you again, Mr. Scranton, for bringing to me a problem that promises to be one of extraordinary scientific interest."
"I suppose that you will visit the mountain, the Tamahnowis Rocks, as soon as possible."
Milton Rhodes nodded.
"It will take some time, some hours, that is, to make the necessary preparations; for this journey, I fancy, is going to prove a very strange one and perhaps a very terrible one, too. But tomorrow evening, I trust, will find us at Paradise. If so, on the following morning, we will be at the Tamahnowis Rocks."