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"The sailor strolled on down the street, looking into the empty houses as he went; sometimes he shouted and sometimes he sang, and sometimes he wrote his name on a marble wall. Then he sat down on a step and ate his dinner. THE SAILOR STROLLED DOWN DOWN THE STREET LOOKING INTO THE EMPTY HOUSES AS HE WENT SOMETIMES HE SHOUTED AND SOMETIMES HE SANG AND SOMETIMES HE WROTE HIS NAME ON A MARBLE WALL THEN HE SAT DOWN ON A STEP AND ATE HIS DINNER
ld have been all right if I hadn't met that battered, prowling spirit. "I could tell you astounding things that I have seen, but you want to know who sent that message to Bethmoora. Well, it was Thuba Mleen. And this is how I know. I often went to the city after that day you wrote of (I used to take hashish of an evening in my flat), and I always found it uninhabited. Sand had poured into it from the desert, and the streets were yellow and smooth, and through open, swinging doors the sand had drifted. "One evening I had put the guard in front of the fire, and settled into a chair and eaten my hashish, and the first thing that I saw when I came to Bethmoora was the sailor with the black scar, strolling down the street, and making footprints in the yellow sand. And now I knew that I should see what secret power it was that kept Bethmoora uninhabited. "I saw that there was anger in the Desert, for there were storm clouds heaving along the skyline, and I heard a muttering amongst the sand.  WAS HASHISH POISONING BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN ALL RIGHT IF I HADN'T MET THAT BATTERED PROWLING SPIRIT I COULD TELL YOU ASTOUNDING THINGS THAT I HAVE SEEN BUT YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO SENT THAT MESSAGE TO BETHMORRA WELL IT WAS THUBUM LEAN AND THIS IS HOW I KNOW I OFTEN WENT TO THE CITY AFTER THAT DAY YOU WROTE OF I USED TO TAKE HASTIE OF AN EVENING IN MY FLAT AND I ALWAYS FOUND IT UNINHABITED SAND HAD POURED INTO IT FROM THE DESERT AND THE STREETS WERE YELLOW AND SMOOTH AND THROUGH OPEN SWINGING DOORS THE SAND HAD DRIFTED ONE EVENING I HAD PUT THE GUARD IN FRONT OF THE FIRE AND SETTLED INTO A CHAIR AND EATEN MY HASHISH AND THE FIRST THING THAT I SAW WHEN I CAME TO BETHMORA WAS A SAILOR WITH A BLACK SCAR STROLLING DOWN THE STREET AND MAKING FOOTPRINTS IN THE YELLOW SAND AND NOW I KNEW THAT I SHOULD SEE WHAT SECRET POWER IT WAS THAT KEPT BETHMORA UNINHABITED I SAW THAT THERE WAS ANGER IN THE DESERT FOR THERE WERE STORM CLOUDS HEAVING ALONG THE SKY LINE AND I HEARD A MUTTERING AMONGST THE SAND
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