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"Are there things stronger than God, do you
think, Walter?"
I hesitated.
"Are there? Are there?" His wild eyes searched me.
"I do not know just how you define God," I managed at last through my
astonishment to make answer. "If you mean the will to know, working
through science--"
He waved me aside impatiently.
"Science," he said. "What is our science against--that? Or against
the science of whatever devils that made it--or made the way for it to
enter this world of ours?"
With an effort he regained control.
"Goodwin," he said, "do you know at all of the ruins on the Carolines;
the cyclopean, megalithic cities and harbours of Ponape and Lele, of
Kusaie, of Ruk and Hogolu, and a score of other islets there?
Particularly, do you know of the Nan-Matal and the Metalanim?"
"Of the Metalanim I have heard and seen photographs," I said. "They
call it, don't they, the Lost Venice of the Pacific?"
"Look at this map," said Throckmartin. "That," he went on, "is
Christian's chart of Metalanim harbour and the Nan-Matal.


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