The human mind is subject to queer vagaries. There was just an instant, as we lifted the metal panel, that there flashed to me the vague horror that this was a coffin; that we were about to behold a corpse--wrapped and sent to us like a mummy. Hulda! Zetta! A ghastly gibe, sent to mock us from this sinister unknown world! "Ah!" breathed Dan. My leaping heart quieted; but the cold sweat stood in beads on my forehead from those fleeting, horrible fancies. * * * * * The interior of the cylinder was divided into orderly compartments. Metal boxes; cones; cubes of metal; diaphragms; coils of white wire--packed, wrapped and lashed in orderly array; each piece seemingly set in springs to absorb the landing shock. A white lining was inside the cylinder, smooth as mica--insulation against the heat, perhaps. A strange, vague odor arose; and we could hear the humming now more plainly. It seemed to come from several metal globes the size of a man's head. Dead black metal; four or five of them were packed near the center of the cylinder. Around them a dim radiance was hovering. "Wait!" admonished Dan. "Take it easy!" Freddie, in his excitement, would have begun rummaging. "Wait! There must be some instructions somewhere. Don't touch anything until you know what you're doing." We found the box of instructions; it was, indeed, the most prominent thing before us, though we had overlooked it--a flat metal case some twelve inches square and half as thick, packed edge-wise. Clipped to its top was a white roll of what seemed paper. Dan gingerly removed it; unrolled it--a translucent white animal skin, possibly. And with writing on it! Ah! At last the doubts and fears that were within us all were dispelled. Father's handwriting--his firm, smooth unhurried script. "To my son, Peter Vanderstuyft. In Porto Rico care of Ezra John Cain, or the Amalgamated Broadcasters' Association, United States of America. Please forward at once." And then the words: "Peter, detailed instructions inside. We are safe--your father, Hulda and Zetta." Ah! Zetta! The gates to the shining garden were swung wide for me then! Zetta! We sat around the table under the blue light-tube with father's communication, which we found inside the flat metal case, spread before us. A voluminous manuscript--nearly a hundred hand-written pages. Part of it was an all too brief letter; then there were pages of instructions, scientific data, notes and diagrams. We glanced at them hurriedly, and in a voice which in spite of me I could not hold steady, I read the letter aloud to Dan and Freddie. Under Gardens, Xenephrene, Earth-date, January, 1956.