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J. Allan Dunn The Treasure of Atlantis — III. Laidlaw's Theory (1916)

The curator sprang from his chair and paced his office in his excitement, talking staccato sentences.
"It's insane—insane! Can there be something in Laidlaw's theory after all? No, it's preposterous! Atlantis is a myth. A theoretic foundling! And you've never met Laidlaw? It's insane—insane!"
He picked up the vase and fondled it between his palms.
"May I keep this overnight—in the museum?" he asked. "I want to show it to my colleagues and tell them the story."
"You haven't heard it yet," said Morse dryly, "but I'll tell it to you if you introduce me to Laidlaw."
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J. Allan Dunn The Treasure of Atlantis — III. Laidlaw's Theory (1916)

A week after Murdock's death, he made a visit to the Metropolitan Museum, where he was made welcome by an assistant curator of archaeology. The museum was already the richer for Morse's travels, and he was privileged to ready admission to the administrative offices and the time and knowledge of its experts.
Morse set the vase on the green blotter of the scientist's desk, and, going to the window, raised the blind so that the March sunshine lit the rich metal with a radiance that was dazzling on the high places of the embossed design.
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J. Allan Dunn The Treasure of Atlantis — III. Laidlaw's Theory (1916)

Laidlaw's eyes roved over Morse's muscular and athletic figure. "Man, but you're powerfully built!" he said. "I wish—but that's one of my faults; I cannot help but envy a well-made man. I've got the torso of Hercules and the legs of a bullfrog!"
He closed the door abruptly and disappeared. Morse began to entertain a singular liking for his visitor with his almost childlike enthusiasm and frankness. Breakfast was over before seven o'clock, and after the meal Laidlaw dilated at length upon his theory of the lost city of Atlantis.
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