Montezuma's Castle, and Other Weird Tales — John Shaqi
Montezuma's Castle, and Other Weird TalesCory, Charles B. (Charles Barney)
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Montezuma's Castle, and Other Weird Tales
Cory, Charles B. (Charles Barney)
Fiction; Short stories, American
"Have no fear, I will not explode it. Now watch me closely. I will
ignite a minute quantity, about as much as would make the head of a
small black pin or a No. 4 bird-shot. See, the rest we will put in this
pail of water. There--now all is ready--here goes!"
He lit a match and touched the little brown dot--a tremendous explosion
followed and the wooden table was split into pieces. The sound was so
terrific and the shock so unexpected that I was dizzy and frightened.
"Great heavens!" I exclaimed, "you have broken everything in the
laboratory!"
"No," replied the ghost rather shamefacedly, "not so bad as that, but
I'm afraid that I have ruined the table and cracked a few things;
however, I will be more careful next time: it is even more powerful than
I thought. What do you suppose would be the effect on a warship if
struck with a shell containing one hundred pounds of that stuff?"
I answered that she would be destroyed.
"Destroyed? I should say she would; the largest battleship would be
blown to atoms."
The spook glanced at an old-fashioned Dutch clock in the corner of the
laboratory.
"Fine clock that; glad I didn't break it with our little racket just
now. I see I have nearly an hour to spare. Is there any experiment you
would like to try?"
I said anything would interest me, but that I didn't care for any more
explosives.
"I suppose you know how to make diamonds, don't you?"
I answered that for years men had tried to manufacture diamonds, but
practically without success; that as far as I was aware they had only
succeeded in making them so small as to be practically of no use
commercially, and the expense of the manufacture was far in excess of
their value.
"That's all right," answered the spook; "but really it is a very simple
matter. Here; I will make a diamond for you." He walked across the room
to the fireplace, and taking from the grate a lump of coal about the
size of a billiard ball, he laid it upon the table.
"This," he said, "is nearly pure carbon, and as you are well aware it is
practically what a diamond is. Now, I will illustrate to you how you may
make a diamond from this piece of coal, which will be as good as any
diamond ever found in the mines. We will manufacture it instead of
letting nature do it.
"We will first place it in this glass bowl, and pour over it sufficient
liquid air to cover it completely. We will let it remain until it is
thoroughly cold, say, at least 200° below zero; there--now all we have
to do is to heat it and then subject it to a powerful--Great Gee
Hosiphat! Five minutes to twelve! I must go--appointment with a lady at
twelve. But I say, old fellow, just hold it under the blowpipe and get
it hot--just as hot as you can; I will be back soon--ta-ta." His last
words came to me faintly through the window--he had already floated out.
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