"Why, of course, I accept.

It is not only one of the greatest honors, but to me one of the greatest delights to act as a collaborator with Dr.Goodwin." The president smiled.
"In that case, sir, there is no need for me to remain longer," he said.
"Dr.Goodwin has with him his manuscript as far as he has progressed with it.

I will leave you two alone for your discussion." He bowed to us and, picking up his old-fashioned bell-crowned silk hat and his quaint, heavy cane of ebony, withdrew.

Dr.Goodwin turned to me.
"I will start," he said, after a little pause, "from when I met Richard Drake on the field of blue poppies that are like a great prayer-rug at the gray feet of the nameless mountain." The sun sank, the shadows fell, the lights of the city sparkled out, for hours New York roared about me unheeded while I listened to the tale of that utterly weird, stupendous drama of an unknown life, of unknown creatures, unknown forces, and of unconquerable human heroism played among the hidden gorges of unknown Asia.
It was dawn when I left him for my own home.

Nor was it for many hours after that I laid his then incomplete manuscript down and sought sleep--and found a troubled sleep.
A.MERRITT.