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questions and answers had calmed me. I was beginning to understand Snow's
strange behavior.
"What kind of accident?"
"Why not go to your cabin and take off your spacesuit? Come back in,
say, an hour's time."
I hesitated.
"All right," I said finally.
As I made to leave, he called me back.
"Wait!" He had an uneasy look, as if he wanted to add something but was
finding it difficult to bring out the words. After a pause, he said:
"There used to be three of us here. Now, with you, there are three of us
again. Do you know Sartorius?"
"In the same way as I knew you — only from his photographs."
"He's up there, in the laboratory, and I doubt if he'll come down before
dark, but . . . In any case, you'll recognize him. If you should see anyone
else — someone who isn't me or Sartorius, you understand, then . . ."
"Then what?"
I must be dreaming. All this could only be a dream! The inky waves,
their crimson gleams under the low-hanging sun, and this little man who had
gone back to his armchair, sitting there as before, hanging his head and
staring at the heap of cables.
"In that case, do nothing."
"Who could I see?" I flared up. "A ghost?"
"You think I'm mad, of course. No, no, I'm not mad. I can't say
anything more for the moment. Perhaps . . . who knows? . . . Nothing will
happen. But don't forget I warned you."
"Don't be so mysterious. What's all this about?"
"Keep a hold on yourself. Be prepared to meet . . . anything. It sounds
impossible I know, but try. It's the only advice I can give you. I can't
think of anything better."
"But what could I possibly meet?" I shouted.
Seeing him sitting there, looking sideways at me, his sunburnt face
drooping with fatigue, I found it difficult to contain myself. I wanted to
grab him by the shoulders and shake him.
Painfully, dragging the words out one by one, he answered:
"I don't know. In a way, it depends on you."
"Hallucinations, you mean?"
"No . . . it's real enough. Don't attack. Whatever you do, remember
that!"
"What are you getting at?" I could hardly recognize the sound of my own
voice.
"We're not on Earth, you know."
"A Polytherian form?" I shouted. "There's nothing human about them!"
I was about to rush at him, to drag him out of the trance, prompted,
apparently, by his crazy theories, when he murmured:
"That's why they're so dangerous. Remember what I've told you, and be on
your guard!"
"What happened to Gibarian?"
He did not answer.
"What is Sartorius doing?"