(Stanley Murdock’s document, enclosed with the above letter, printed just as he himself wrote it. Pursuant to Mr. Robertson’s instructions, and to prevent uneasiness among the credulous, the public is warned that the story is undoubtedly fiction.)
September 18, 1923.
47 Victoria Drive, Rajput Gardens,
Calcutta, India,
TO WHOM THIS MAY CONCERN:
In accordance with instructions I have filed with the officials of the Calcutta Traders’ Bank, this document, which is to be read by my executors in the event of my death before June 21, 1931, or by myself on that date in the presence of three officers of the above bank. The reason for this I shall explain as clearly as possible.
An experience befell me while doing geological work in the United States of America that has profoundly altered my life, and by the year 1931, will alter the lives of every human being in the world. This statement, startling and unbelievable as it may sound, is nevertheless the truth, and is the reason I am writing, or you are reading this. And I am taking the only course consistent with my own welfare in giving this message to the public so that it may have even a slight chance of credence.
So preposterous will be found the contents of this document that such fact alone will largely explain my method of procedure. I want this message to be read, to be believed, and to be acted on. Had I told anybody of my experience at the time it happened, I would simply have been the laughing stock of my friends. Insisting on the truth of the story might have been cause for investigation as to my sanity, and the loss of my position if not of my liberty. It was utterly out of the question to even think of telling anyone what I saw. I had absolutely no proof, and could not then, let alone now, produce any evidence to back up my statements. Only time will prove that I am right, and that will be not later than August 21, 1931. There is a remote chance that the catastrophe will occur sooner, but knowing what I do, I believe that it will transpire on that exact date. So you can see what an awkward position I am in—a prophet—foretelling happenings years ahead, to the very day, to a skeptical world bound by the age-old dictum of common sense, to laugh him to scorn.
This, then, is the reason I have made the safeguards for reading this manuscript. The message being so vital to the world, I have deposited copies in the largest banks in Bombay and Madras. These documents are to be mailed to me on June 21, 1931, or in case I die, may be obtained by my executors any time before that date. Thus I will avoid practically eight years of derision with attendant loss of position and probable confinement for mental instability. At the same time, my warning is in no danger of being lost, and will be given to the world in time to do some possible good. If I am alive on June 21, 1931, I shall give my experience to the world on that date, allowing two months for those who heed it to escape a terrible fate. The reason I resigned my position in the United States and am now in India will be disclosed in the narrative.
IT was in January, 1923, that I met with this staggering experience. At that time I was employed by the Southwestern Syndicate as chief geologist for the Arizona-New Mexico district. I had been with them almost fifteen years, going to them from the Concord Company, with whom I had been associated since my graduation from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Both of these companies, if I can judge by the testimonials they so generously gave me on my resignation, rated me very highly, and were reluctant to part with my services. I mention this not in self-praise, but to show that I have always had a reputation for honesty and efficient work. And I sincerely hope that this reputation will sustain me when I say that what I am about to relate here is the absolute truth.
On January 14, 1923, Olin Gilfillan (my most trusted field lieutenant and a brilliant, hard-working man) and I set out on horseback from Lovington, New Mexico, and headed toward the Mescalero Ridge. We had with us a couple of pack mules bearing camping equipment and grub for a week. It was our intention to scout the southeast part of the Ridge, and report certain findings to the company. I shall not here relate any technical description of our route, inasmuch as my complete report is on file with the company in their Chicago office.