His grave eyes captured, held mine.
"No," he said. "A place more remote than even that. I mean, O'Shea--the
moon!"
* * * * *
I knew, then, suddenly and with a great, overwhelming despair, that our
journey to Cleft Canyon had been a vain one. As a last resort we had
sought the hidden laboratory of one who had been a great scientist. We
had found a madman.