When I awoke my uncle was still at work.His red eyes,his pallid countenance,his matted hair,his feverish hands,his hectically flushed cheeks,showed how terrible had been his struggle with the impossible,and what fearful fatigue he had undergone during that long sleepless night.It made me quite ill to look at him.Though he was rather severe with me,I loved him,and my heart ached at his sufferings.He was so overcome by one idea that he could not even get in a passion!All his energies were focused on one point.And Iknew that by speaking one little word all this suffering would cease.I could not speak it.
My heart was,nevertheless,inclining towards him.Why,then,did I remain silent?In the interest of my uncle himself.
"Nothing shall make me speak,"I muttered."He will want to follow in the footsteps of the other!I know him well.His imagination is a perfect volcano,and to make discoveries in the interests of geology he would sacrifice his life.I will therefore be silent and strictly keep the secret I have discovered.To reveal it would be suicidal.
He would not only rush,himself,to destruction,but drag me with him."I crossed my arms,looked another way and smoked-resolved never to speak.
When our cook wanted to go out to market,or on any other errand,she found the front door locked and the key taken away.Was this done purposely or not?Surely Professor Hardwigg did not intend the old woman and myself to become martyrs to his obstinate will.Were we to be starved to death?A frightful recollection came to my mind.
Once we had fed on bits and scraps for a week while he sorted some curiosities.It gave me the cramp even to think of it!
I wanted my breakfast,and I saw no way of getting it.Still my resolution held good.I would starve rather than yield.But the cook began to take me seriously to task.What was to be done?She could not go out;and I dared not.
My uncle continued counting and writing;his imagination seemed to have translated him to the skies.He neither thought of eating nor drinking.In this way twelve o'clock came round.I was hungry,and there was nothing in the house.The cook had eaten the last bit of bread.This could not go on.It did,however,until two,when my sensations were terrible.After all,I began to think the document very absurd.Perhaps it might only be a gigantic hoax.Besides,some means would surely be found to keep my uncle back from attempting any such absurd expedition.On the other hand,if he did attempt anything so quixotic,I should not be compelled to accompany him.
Another line of reasoning partially decided me.Very likely he would make the discovery himself when I should have suffered starvation for nothing.Under the influence of hunger this reasoning appeared admirable.I determined to tell all.
The question now arose as to how it was to be done.I was still dwelling on the thought,when he rose and put on his hat.
What!go out and lock us in?Never!
"Uncle,"I began.
He did not appear even to hear me.
"Professor Hardwigg,"I cried.
"What,"he retorted,"did you speak?"
"How about the key?"
"What key-the key of the door?
"No-of these horrible hieroglyphics?
He looked at me from under his spectacles,and started at the odd expression of my face.Rushing forward,he clutched me by the arm and keenly examined my countenance.His very look was an interrogation.
I simply nodded.
With an incredulous shrug of the shoulders,he turned upon his heel.
Undoubtedly he thought I had gone mad.
"I have made a very important discovery."His eyes flashed with excitement.His hand was lifted in a menacing attitude.For a moment neither of us spoke.It is hard to say which was most excited.
"You don't mean to say that you have any idea of the meaning of the scrawl?""I do,"was my desperate reply."Look at the sentence as dictated by you.""Well,"but it means nothing,"was the angry answer.
