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Solid citizens believe he was mad, and unhesitatingly pronounce all reported evidences mere hoaxes devised with insane cunning and perhaps abetted by eccentric associates but the lowlier country folk sustain his statements in every detail. Akeley's queer purchase of dogs and ammunition and chemicals, and the cutting of his telephone wires, are matters of record while all who knew him-including his son in California-concede that his occasional remarks on strange studies had a certain consistency. I stayed a week in Brattleboro after my escape, making inquiries among people of every kind who had known Akeley and the results convince me that the matter is no figment of dream or delusion. No cylinders or machines, none of the evidences I had brought in my valise, no queer odour or vibration-sense, no foot-prints in the road, and none of the problematical things I glimpsed at the very last. The dogs and livestock were indeed missing, and there were some curious bullet-holes both on the house's exterior and on some of the walls within but beyond this nothing unusual could be detected. easy-chair, and it could not be decided whether any of his other apparel had vanished with him. His loose dressing gown, yellow scarf, and foot-bandages lay on the study floor near his corner. When my frantic story sent a sheriff's posse out to the farmhouse, Akeley was gone without leaving a trace.
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To keep as far as possible from such influences and such emissaries is all that I ask of life in future. For I, despite all you can say, and despite all I sometimes try to say to myself, know that loathsome outside influences must be lurking there in the half-unknown hills-and that, those influences have spies and emissaries in the world of men. I wish I had stopped to memorize the license-number of his car-or perhaps it is better after all that I did not. It is odd, though, that Noyes has not ever yet been identified that he was unknown at any of the villages near Akeley's place, though he must have been frequently in the region. You will even hint that he conspired with other eccentrics to carry out a silly and elaborate hoax-that he had the express shipment removed at Keene, and that he had Noyes make that terrifying wax record. You will also, of course, discount everything else in my report and declare that all the pictures, record-sounds, cylinder-and-machine sounds, and kindred evidences were bits of pure deception practiced on me by the missing Henry Akeley. If I tell you that I awakened at a certain time, and heard and saw certain things, you will merely answer that I did not wake then and that everything was a dream until the moment when I rushed out of the house, stumbled to the shed where I had seen the old Ford, and seized that ancient vehicle for a mad, aimless race over the haunted hills which at last landed me-after hours of jolting and winding through forest-threatened labyrinths-in a village which turned out to be Townshend. Do not ask me how long my unexpected lapse into slumber lasted, or how much of what ensued was sheer dream.