"Wanted me to go to Kamchatka to get some confounded sort of stuff for one of his devilish experiments.

Is he well ?" "He's dead," replied Dick soberly.
"Oh!" said Ventnor.

"Oh--I'm sorry.

He was a great man." Briefly I acquainted him with my wanderings, my encounter with Drake.
"That place out there--" he considered us thoughtfully.

"Damned if I know what it is.