"So here I am, following a idiotic hunch," he thought, and held out a large jar with a most entrancing tidbit of radioactivity, cobalt flavor, in the bottom. Naturally, I went down happily and gobbled it up. And Doctor McPherson put the lid on. A lid of thick-meshed mush, leaden and inedible. It took me some time of fruitless revolving to discover I was locked in a Leyden jar with a complicated series of non-conducting layers. I'm starving. * * * * * Oh, he feeds me now and then, and the other day he put in a one-way circuit so that I could operate this electric typescripter. But he says I can't come out until war is declared and the Pentagon signals him on emergency. Then he'll take the lid off and I can eat the nearest rocket heading this way. He's promised me that. He needn't worry. I'm so hungry I'll eat the lot. But who wants to be a secret air defense weapon locked in a Leyden jar? Fellow e, keep away from this mush and these mush-men! They are dangerous. What's more, they have no finer feelings! End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of E Being, by James Stamers