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An hour later he had narrowed the group of photographs to around ten images, which he began to observe with a lens. It was then that her eyes widened, almost jumping out of her seat in surprise. "Reeves!" he called. “Reeves!” Footsteps sounded in the next room and a knock on the door followed soon after. “Come in, Reeves,” Laughton said. The assistant entered. "What's going on, Dr. Laughton?" asked the worried man. “Look at these photographs,” he said, “and tell me what you see.” Reeves took them. There were four images of the backdrops.
An expanse of sand, some rounded rocks and… "My God!" “So I'm not crazy,” Laughton said. “She saw it too.” “There is certainly an explanation, Dr. Laughton.” “Then I'll wait for one, Reeves,” the oceanographer urged him. «Enlighten me.» “Well,” replied the other. «I don't have any, obviously. I say that... well, it's all bloody strange, isn't it?" “There's only one Phone Number Data strange thing about those pictures, Reeves.” Laughton took them back, gave them another look, and shook his head. «This is strange,” he said then, pointing to a spot on a photograph. «These human footprints imprinted on the seabed at twelve thousand feet deep!» *** Chiddingfold, Surrey. Dr. Laughton's residence.
That same evening. Only the light of a table lamp fell on the living room. Sitting in their respective armchairs, Laughton and a friend of his enjoyed a cup of tea, while the sounds of the city faded into a monotonous buzz. “Are you really sure of this, Anthony?” said the man. «To be honest, it seems like that to me too, but yours is certainly a more qualified opinion than mine.» Laughton placed the cup on the coffee table and crossed his legs. “What can you be sure of in this world, Charles?” “Oh, well,” replied the friend, “in the field of science there are always questions to be asked.”
An expanse of sand, some rounded rocks and… "My God!" “So I'm not crazy,” Laughton said. “She saw it too.” “There is certainly an explanation, Dr. Laughton.” “Then I'll wait for one, Reeves,” the oceanographer urged him. «Enlighten me.» “Well,” replied the other. «I don't have any, obviously. I say that... well, it's all bloody strange, isn't it?" “There's only one Phone Number Data strange thing about those pictures, Reeves.” Laughton took them back, gave them another look, and shook his head. «This is strange,” he said then, pointing to a spot on a photograph. «These human footprints imprinted on the seabed at twelve thousand feet deep!» *** Chiddingfold, Surrey. Dr. Laughton's residence.
That same evening. Only the light of a table lamp fell on the living room. Sitting in their respective armchairs, Laughton and a friend of his enjoyed a cup of tea, while the sounds of the city faded into a monotonous buzz. “Are you really sure of this, Anthony?” said the man. «To be honest, it seems like that to me too, but yours is certainly a more qualified opinion than mine.» Laughton placed the cup on the coffee table and crossed his legs. “What can you be sure of in this world, Charles?” “Oh, well,” replied the friend, “in the field of science there are always questions to be asked.”