Chapter 1
«I will soon be
back, make yourselves at home, please» said the man going out. We looked at
each other, George and I. It had only been from the morning that we didn’t have
a chance to stay on our own.
«That’s a real story of madness! » he burst out taking a seat in one of the
four wood armchairs that were around a circular table in the center of the
small room. «This man must be crazy! Let's put him off as soon as is back and
let's escape from here, until we are in time», he added while I was taking a
seat in front of him.
«Just a moment, George, maybe it will seem strange to you, but I don't feel
afraid of this man! He inspires a sort of trust in me, despite his
strangeness».
«But do you realize what you are talking about? Have you gone out of sense too?
This man must have some extraordinary powers: hasn't he hypnotized us just
slightly before? Have you also heard him talk of super-races and brain's
experiments or have I dreamed of it?», George attacked me nervously.
«Be quiet, please, George», I told him in a calm voice. «First of all, I don't
believe he has hypnotized us, just before. Secondly, if he is really so
powerful as you say, what could be his reaction, when we try to immobilize him?
Make a point on it: when we arrived here, we were both sleepy. If
he wanted therefore to use us as guinea-pigs, two punctures were enough
for him to knock us down! I have not seen yet neither
cats resembling mice, nor men with a square brain!
Who can be sure that the old man is not
inventing everything? It would not surprise me if this story derived from the
imagination of some fantastical writer. I want to go to the end of all these
circumstances. Don’t you also want to know what kind of job's proposal Mr
Winningoes is going to make for us?»
George gazed for a long time into my eyes, thoughtfully. Then, without
answering, he relaxed on the back of the chair, releasing the muscles and
breathing deeply.
He stood with half open eyes crossing at once the feet and the hands softly on
the womb, with the right hand covering the palm of the left one. He seemed to
me almost slept, while only the breath animated his body. Won by all those
unexpected and subsequent emotions, I also imitated him doing my best on
sitting comfortably on the wood ancient chair.
...to be continued...
