Night wire part 2

(Continuation of part 1 of night wire)

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"From my instrument I can gaze down on the city beneath me.

From the position of this room on the thirteenth floor, nearly

the entire city can be seen. Now I can see only a thick blanket

of blackness where customarily are lights and life.

"I fear greatly that the wailing cries heard constantly

from the outskirts of the city are the death cries of the

inhabitants. They are constantly increasing in volume and are

approaching the center of the city.

"The fog yet hangs over everything. If possible, it is

even heavier than before, but the conditions have changed.

Instead of an opaque, impenetrable wall of odorous vapor, there

now swirls and writhes a shapeless mass in contortions of almost

human agony. Now and again the mass parts and I catch a brief

glimpse of the streets below.

"People are running to and fro, screaming in despair. A

vast bedlam of sound flies up to my window, and above all is the

immense whistling of unseen and unfelt winds.

"The fog has again swept over the city and the whistling is

coming closer and closer.

"It is now directly beneath me.

"God! An instant ago the mist opened and I caught a

glimpse of the streets below.

"The fog is not simply vapor -- it lives! By the side of

each moaning and weeping human is a companion figure, an aura of

strange and vari-colored hues. How the shapes cling! Each to a

living thing!

"The men and women are down. Flat on their faces. The fog

figures caress them lovingly. They are kneeling beside them.

They are -- but I dare not tell it.

"The prone and writhing bodies have been stripped of their

clothing. They are being consumed -- piecemeal.

"A merciful wall of hot, steaming vapor has swept over the

whole scene. I can see no more.

"Beneath me the wall of vapor is changing colors. It seems

to be lighted by internal fires. No, it isn't. I have made a

mistake. The colors are from above, reflections from the sky.

"Look up! Look up! The whole sky is in flames. Colors as

yet unseen by man or demon. The flames are moving; they have

started to intermix; the colors are rearranging themselves.

They are so brilliant that my eyes burn, they they are a long

way off.

"Now they have begun to swirl, to circle in and out,

twisting in intricate designs and patterns. The lights are

racing each with each, a kaleidoscope of unearthly brilliance.

"I have made a discovery. There is nothing harmful in the

lights. They radiate force and friendliness, almost cheeriness.

But by their very strength, they hurt.

"As I look, they are swinging closer and closer, a million

miles at each jump. Millions of miles with the speed of light.

Aye, it is light of quintessence of all light. Beneath it the

fog melts into a jeweled mist radiant, rainbow-colored of a

thousand varied spectra.

"I can see the streets. Why, they are filled with people!

The lights are coming closer. They are all around me. I am

enveloped. I..."

The message stopped abruptly. The wire to Xebico was dead. Beneath my eyes in the narrow circle of light from under the green lamp-shade, the black printing no longer spun itself, letter by letter, across the page.

The room seemed filled with a solemn quiet, a silence vaguely impressive, powerful.

I looked down at Morgan. His hands had dropped nervelessly at his sides, while his body had hunched over peculiarly. I turned the lamp-shade back, throwing light squarely in his face. His eyes were staring, fixed.

Filled with a sudden foreboding, I stepped beside him and called Chicago on the wire. After a second the sounder clicked its answer.

Why? But there was something wrong. Chicago was reporting that Wire Two had not been used throughout the evening.

"Morgan!" I shouted. "Morgan! Wake up, it isn't true. Some one has been hoaxing us. Why..." In my eagerness I grasped him by the shoulder.

His body was quite cold. Morgan had been dead for hours. Could it be that his sensitized brain and automatic fingers had continued to record impressions even after the end?

I shall never know, for I shall never again handle the night shift. Search in a world atlas discloses no town of Xebico. Whatever it was that killed John Morgan will forever remain a mystery.

-THE END-

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