The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-02-27
- LOST WORLD
By SIR Arthur Conan Doyle

MY name is Edward Dunn Ma
lone. am the reporter of the Daily
Gazette. / claim to be an absolute
ly unprecedented Witness
what is your name, sir?" the
chairman asked of my tall rival.
II am Lord John Roxton. bavs
already been up the Amazon, 1 VINO Z
all the ground and have special quail
| ifications for this investigation"
Lord John Roxtons reputation
as a sportsman and traveller is, OF
course, world-famous," said the
chairman; "at the same time It
would certainly be as well to have
member of the press upon such an
expedition.
Then / move,' said Professor
Challenger, that both these gentle
men be elected, as representatives
of this meeting, to accompany Prof.
Summerlee upon his journey to in
vestigate and to report upon the
truth of my statements"
And so, amid shouting and cheer
ing, our fate was decided, and
found myself borne away in the
human current which swirled toward
the door, with my mind half stunned
by the vast new project which had
risen so suddenly before 1t. AS
emerged from the r all was con-
scious for a moment of a rush Of
laughing students down the pave
ment, and of an arm welding a
heavy umbrella which rose and fell
in the midst of them. Then, amid a
mixture of groans and cheers, Prof.
Challenger's electric brougham slid
from the curb. and l found myself
walking under the silvery lights Of
Regent ST., full of thoughts Of
Gladys and of wonder as to my fu-
ture.
Suddenly there was a touch at
my elbow. I turned and found my
self looking into the humorous,
masterful eyes of the tall thin man
who had volunteered to be my COM
panion on this strange quest.
''Mr. Malone, understand" said
he. 1--WE are 10 be companions
what? My rooms are just over the
road. in the Albany. Perhaps you
would have the kindness to spare
me half an hour, for there are one
or two things that I badly want to
say to YOU
CHAPTER VI
81 Was the Flail of the Lord
Lord John Roxton and I turned
down Vigo Street together and
through the dingy portals of the
famous artistocratic roolxery. At
the end of long drab passage my
new acquaintance pushed open a
door and turned on an electric
switch. A number of lamps shin
ing through tinted shades bathed
the whole great room before us in
a rudy radiance. Stending in the
doorway and glanciny round me, I
had general impression of extra
ordinary comfort and elegance COM
bined with an atmosphere of mas
culine virility. Everywhere there
were mingled the luxury >of the
wealthy mali of taste and the care
less untidiness Of the bachelor.
Rich furs and strange iridescent
mats from some Oriental bazaar
were scattered upon the floor. Pic
lures and prints which even my I'M
practiced eyes could recognize as
being of great price and rarity
hung thick upon the walls. Sketches
Of boxers. of ballet-girls, and of race
horses alternated with a sensuous
Fragonard, a martial Girardet, and
dreamy Turner. But amid these
varied ornaments there were scat
tered tne trophies which brought
back strongly to my recollection the
fact that Lord John Roxton was one
of the great all around sportsmen
and athletes Of his day. A dark
blue oar crossed with Cherry pink
one above his mantel-piece spoke of