It was his son who embarked in the adventures which he related with his own lips to Edgar Poe—"
"Captain! Why, that story is due to the powerful imagination of our great poet. It is a pure invention."
"So, then, you don't believe it, Mr. Jeorling?" said the captain, shrugging his shoulders three times.
"Neither I nor any other person believes it, Captain Guy, and you are the first I have heard maintain that it was anything but a mere romance."
"Listen to me, then, Mr. Jeorling, for although this 'romance'—as you call it—appeared only last year, it is none the less a reality. Although eleven years have elapsed since the facts occurred, they are none the less true, and we still await the 'word' of an enigma which will perhaps never be solved."
Yes, he was mad; but by good fortune West was there to take his place as commander of the schooner. I had only to listen to him, and as I had read Poe's romance over and over again, I was curious to hear what the captain had to say about it.
"And now," he resumed in a sharper tone and with a shake in his voice which denoted a certain amount of nervous irritation, "it is possible that you did not know the Pym family, that you have never met them either at Providence or at Nantucket—"
"Or elsewhere."
"Just so! But don't commit yourself by asserting that the Pym family never existed, that Arthur Gordon is only a fictitious personage, and his voyage an imaginary one! Do you think any man, even your Edgar Poe, could have been capable of inventing, of creating—?"
The increasing vehemence of Captain Len Guy warned
