Evening star., 1922-02-19

ct ooK here" I said. quietly. Il
don't propose to be the butt for
any publicity work. Mr. Scofield I
may say bluntly that incline to the
popular theory that you control the
mind Of"
wait" he put in, leaning forward.
wait. Do anything you like. but
give us hearin', won't you? I'll go
out O. the room, the house! I'll go sit
on the front steps If you like, But for
the love O. heaven, give us a hearing ~
1 took an automatic pistol from the
drawer of the table. which was be-
tween me and the gorilla, and nodded
grimly.
"All right said. GO out on the
front steps and wait I can watch you
from here"
Scofeld rose seized his hat. and al
most ran from the room. An instant
later he appeared on the front steps of
l the house, where he sat down and
lighted a pipe.
"Welg I said transferring my at
tention to the gorilla. You want to
see me?'
He rose to his feet. laid the cigarette
in a tray. and from his pocket took
pencil and pad. Then he paused and
gazed directly at me for long moment
face contorted in a fearful grimace, and
then
'I-I-I am John Kelvin
I sat there, paralyzed with horror: the
first man to hear a monkey speak
English!
Beyond all doubt. those words had
come from his mouth. Well, what of it ?
Parrot words, perhaps 1 gathered my
self together, angry at my own subjec-
tiveness. The gorilla tried to say more,
and failed. His hairy countenance was
damp with sudden sweat. He made a
helpless gesture. then seized the pencil
and wrote rapidly on his pad. He took
off the sheet and laid it on the table
THAT was my first Speech 1 read
the written words. II cannot control
my muscles yet May write you out
what I want to say?'
Naturally, this note, written in as fine
a script as my own. astonished me. I
looked up at the Jungle Duke. and
nodded assent.
"Yes. Sit down at the table there"
He wrote again. "Give me some
larger paper. 1t is not a short recital"
Confound it, the brute seemed actually
to be using the powers of reason. A
glance through the window showed me
Scofield. sitting on the front steps,
smoking calmly.
l could not respond. From the table
drawer I took a number of sheets of
large paper and showed them across the
table. Then I leaned back. the pistol
in my lap. The Jungle Duke drew up
his chair, sprawled his elbows on the
table, and settled himself to write. I
watched, fascinated by the ease and
speed with which those hairy fingers
manipulated the pencil. could have
written no faster myself.
There. under my eye, this gorilla wrote
the confession that follows.
My name is John Kelvin. One year
ago. having been discharged from the
army and without family or prospects,
l was forced INTO manual labor. l am
of Canadian birth. educated. and was
at one time a musician. ...
My personality landed ME job as
floorman in Fields department store
(this fact. as well as my cousins ad-
vertisement, has been substantiated by
me.-Nevill), but at the end Of two
weeks resigned, unable to stand the
indoor work At this point, one day
saw the following advertisement in q
morning paper:
Wanted: Man to subject himself to
experiments. Apply James Nevill-
Sheridan Road.
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THIS interested me. In brief, came
to the very house in which I now
sit, and interviewed James Nevill. He