Apocalyptic fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Scientists -- Fiction
It was the elderly President Rogers of Manhattan University who brought
the thing to a focus. He and the university's other officials had
been growing more and more restive under the criticisms that Grant's
controversy was bringing on the school, and so at last he suggested
that a meeting be held at which Grant could lay his theories and data
before his fellow-scientists in their entirety. This Grant accepted,
and so too did most biologists of any note within traveling distance
of New York, so widely had the clamor of the dispute spread. And on an
afternoon Grant rose before several hundred assembled scientists in one
of the university's lecture-halls to explain his discovery.
There is little need for me to tell at length of what took place
at that meeting, which both Ferson and I attended. At the first
appearance of Dr. Grant his enemies in the audience grew vocal in
their criticisms, and before he had spoken a quarter of an hour the
hall was in such an uproar as a scientific meeting has seldom heard.
Twice Grant made an effort to go on and each time his voice was drowned
by a storm of shouted cries. The President, chairman of the meeting,
was rapping vainly for order, but Grant only stood still, looking out
over the stormy meeting with a cold contempt in his eyes, yet with a
strange fire in them. Quietly he rolled up the data-sheets in his hand
and thrust them into his pocket, and as quietly stepped forward to the
platform's edge. Something in his bearing, in his expression, quickly
quieted the noisy throng before him.
His voice came out over the hall cold and clear. "You have not let me
give to you the proof for which you asked," he said.
The President stepped to his side, said something rapidly, but Grant
shook his head calmly. "No proof that I can give you here would
convince you of my theory's truth, I know," he told the silent throng
before him, "but I will give you proof of it yet! To you, and to the
world, I will give a proof such as the world has never seen before!"
Before any could move, he had walked from the platform and out of the
hall. A buzz of excited voices broke out instantly, in comment and
criticism. It was some hours later before Ferson and I got from the
meeting to Grant's laboratory. But Grant was not there.
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