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Enough, at any rate, to spread out a complete picture of your desires, even all the forgotten ones that must have been drawn out of the subconscious. A Paradise⁠—of sorts! I saw a dozen Fancy Longs, in every costume I’d ever admired on her, and some I must have imagined. I saw every beautiful woman I’ve ever known, and all of them pleading for my attention. I saw every lovely place I’d ever wanted to be, all packed queerly into that little valley. And I saw⁠—other things.” He shook his head soberly. “It wasn’t all exactly pretty. Lord! How much of the beast is left in us! I suppose if every man alive could have one look at that weird valley, and could see just once what nastiness is hidden in him⁠—well, the world might gain by it. I thanked heaven afterwards that Leroy⁠—and even Tweel⁠—saw their own pictures and not mine!”

Jarvis paused again, then resumed, “I turned dizzy with a sort of ecstasy. I closed my eyes⁠—and with eyes closed, I still saw the whole thing! That beautiful, evil, devilish panorama was in my mind, not my eyes. That’s how those fiends work⁠—through the mind. I knew it was the dream-beasts; I didn’t need Tweel’s wail of ‘No breet’! No breet’!’ But⁠—I couldn’t keep away! I knew it was death beckoning, but it was worth it for one moment with the vision.”

“Which particular vision?” asked Harrison dryly.

Jarvis flushed. “No matter,” he said. “But beside me I heard Leroy’s cry of ‘Yvonne! Yvonne!’ and I knew he was trapped like myself. I fought for sanity; I kept telling myself to stop, and all the time I was rushing headlong into the snare!

“Then something tripped me. Tweel! He had come leaping from behind; as I crashed down I saw him flash over me straight toward⁠—toward what I’d been running to, with his vicious beak pointed right at her heart!”

“Oh!” nodded the captain. “Her heart!”

“Never mind that. When I scrambled up, that particular image was gone, and Tweel was in a twist of black ropey arms, just as when I first saw him. He’d missed a vital point in the beast’s anatomy, but was jabbing away desperately with his beak.

“Somehow, the spell had lifted, or partially lifted. I wasn’t five feet from Tweel, and it took a terrific struggle, but I managed to raise my revolver and put a Boland shell into the beast. Out came a spurt of horrible black corruption, drenching Tweel and me⁠—and I guess the sickening smell of it helped to destroy the illusion of that valley of beauty. Anyway, we managed to get Leroy away from the devil that had him, and the three of us staggered to the ridge and over. I had presence of mind enough to raise my camera over the crest and take a shot of the valley, but I’ll bet it shows nothing but gray waste and writhing horrors. What we saw was with our minds, not our eyes.”

Jarvis paused and shuddered. “The brute half poisoned Leroy,” he continued. “We dragged ourselves back to the auxiliary, called you, and did what we could to treat ourselves. Leroy took a long dose of the cognac that we had with us; we didn’t dare try anything of Tweel’s because his metabolism is so different from ours that what cured him might kill us. But the cognac seemed to work, and so, after I’d done one other thing I wanted to do, we came back here⁠—and that’s all.”

“All, is it?” queried Harrison. “So you’ve solved all the mysteries of Mars, eh?”

“Not by a damned sight!” retorted Jarvis. “Plenty of unanswered questions are left.”

Ja!” snapped Putz. “Der evaporation⁠—dot iss shtopped how?”

“In the canals? I wondered about that, too; in those thousands of miles, and against this low air-pressure, you’d think they’d lose a lot. But the answer’s simple; they float a skin of oil on the water.”

Putz nodded, but Harrison cut in. “Here’s a puzzler. With only coal and oil⁠—just combustion or electric power⁠—where’d they get the energy to build a planet-wide canal system, thousands and thousands of miles of ’em? Think of the job we had cutting the Panama Canal to sea level, and then answer that!”

“Easy!” grinned Jarvis. “Martian gravity and Martian air⁠—that’s the answer. Figure it out: First, the dirt they dug only weighed a third its earth-weight. Second, a steam engine here expands against ten pounds per square inch less air pressure than on earth. Third, they could build the engine three times as large here with no greater internal weight. And fourth, the whole planet’s nearly level. Right, Putz?”

The engineer nodded. “Ja! Der shteam⁠—engine⁠—it iss sieben-und zwanzig⁠—twenty-seven times so effective here.”

“Well, there does go the last mystery then,” mused Harrison.

“Yeah?” queried Jarvis sardonically. “You answer these, then. What was the nature of that vast empty city? Why do the Martians need canals, since we never saw them eat or drink? Did they really visit the earth before the dawn of history, and, if not atomic energy, what powered their ship? Since Tweel’s race seems to need little or no water, are they merely operating the canals for some higher creature that does? Are there other intelligences on Mars? If not, what was the demon-faced imp we saw with the book? There are a few mysteries for you!”

“I know one or two more!” growled Harrison, glaring suddenly at little Leroy. “You and your visions! ‘Yvonne!’ eh? Your wife’s name is Marie, isn’t it?”

The little biologist turned crimson. “Oui,” he admitted unhappily. He turned pleading eyes on the captain. “Please,” he said. “In Paris tout le monde⁠—everybody he think differently of those things⁠—no?” He twisted uncomfortably. “Please, you will not tell Marie, n’est-ce pas?”

Harrison chuckled. “None of my business,” he said. “One more question, Jarvis. What was the one other thing you did before returning here?”

Jarvis looked diffident. “Oh⁠—that.” He hesitated. “Well I sort of felt we owed Tweel a lot,

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