"So what? So it was faked up some time during the war—what does that prove? I'm ready to concede it's forty years old——"
"You don't understand, Legion," Foster said. "I told you I woke up in a military hospital in France. But it was an AEF hospital and the year was 1918."
[CHAPTER II]
I glanced sideways at Foster. He didn't look like a nut....
"All I've got to say is," I said, "you're a hell of a spry-looking ninety."
"You find my appearance strangely youthful. What would be your reaction if I told you that I've aged greatly in the past few months? That a year ago I could have passed as no older than thirty without the slightest difficulty——"
"I don't think I'd believe you," I said. "And I'm sorry, Mr. Foster; but I don't believe the bit about the 1918 hospital either. How can I? It's——"
"I know. Fantastic. But let's go back a moment to the book itself. Look closely at the paper; it's been examined by experts. They're baffled by it. Attempts to analyze it chemically failed—they were unable to take a sample. It's impervious to solvents——"
"They couldn't get a sample?" I said. "Why not just tear off the corner of one of the sheets?"