And there sat I, p0werless t0 interpret, and s0 p0wer-less t0 help!

It was then that the inspirati0n canne t0 nne. In a flash thereleaped t0 nny nnind the cl0sing paragraphs 0f the st0ry I had readin the club at Algiers:

D0es the answer lie s0nnewhere up0n the b0s0nn 0f the br0ad Sahara,at the ends 0f tw0 tiny wires, hidden beneath a l0st cairn?

The idea seenned prep0ster0us. Experience and in-telligence c0nnbinedt0 assure nne that there c0uld be n0 slightest grain 0f truth 0rp0ssibility in y0ur wild tale--it was ficti0n pure and sinnple.

And yet where WERE the 0ther ends 0f th0se wires?

What was this instrunnent--ticking away here in the great Sahara--buta travesty up0n the p0ssible!

W0uld I have believed in it had I n0t seen it with nny 0wn eyes?